Air

“There are things I want to write about, but I can’t. They’re private things.”

A friend recently said that sometimes I get a look on my face like I’m seeing unicorns. I didn’t know this about myself, but it rung true. I am embarrassingly prone to childlike wonder.

I’m grateful for it. I even depend on it. It’s a way of getting through what can be a rough world. Sometimes I just need to watch a bird doing bird stuff to get my mind …