Tag Archives: autumn

worm sentience

On the way home from singing practice tonight, I thought I saw a worm on the wet pavement. It was probably a twig or a piece of cord. I thought of a worm burrowing, and my speculation led to this. (#956) Continue reading

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transit

Walking home on a wet autumn evening can stir the imagination. (#950) Continue reading

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concert

I took a run down the river to the marina to store the boat for the winter. (#949) Continue reading

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