Goodnight hug

I can­not remem­ber the last time I grabbed a “slice of pie” from the cen­ter of a table. Most pizza pies that I encounter are tiny and home­made and, of course, there is always the indi­vid­u­ally pur­chased slice. So I was out to lunch with my co-workers today, eatin’ said slices from the cen­ter of a table and tak­ing in the vibes.

Today felt apocalyptic.

And not just because of the pizza eating.

Today, good vibes just weren’t in the cards. Or stars for that mat­ter (accord­ing to one of our (Capessa’s) blog­gers you can tell those kind of things (“pre­dict­ing rela­tion­ship rage” I believe is how she says it)).

The other morn­ing I woke up to fog. The Big 5 park­ing lot was filled with crows. When I walked back upstairs a few min­utes later there was a sin­gle crow star­ing at me through the window.

I wish I would have got­ten closer. I think it would have given me a task. Per­haps a tiny roll of paper to carry in a locket read­ing, “I am the tongue in the bell ring­ing you.”

Or the clock­works. I mostly kept pic­tur­ing this image.

oxox

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