i used to drive this small path trough the forest to reach high school and there'd always be one week in the year where the entire path would be filled with frogs trying to go from one side of the road to the other. lot's of dead ones hit by cars and other machines. always made me feel sad and also i never understood why they just stayed at one side of the road.
thankful for the deliciously rich, tomatoey flavour orange sauce leaking into toast pores. Hello New Day! I am grateful for all the opportunities you present to me! Greedily I gobble them in great gobfulls! Spring becomes possible
with the daffodils extruding alien and improbable from the delicate snow-beds
fragrant, probably, with promises.
Toes go numb and we stride, quite delirious, into the rising.