But, as a premier member of the Lazyites Club,
I can’t be bothered to look up how muskrats deal with high water marks.
When the creek is so high it nearly touches the footbridge.
They huddle like Florida families during a hurricane, right?
Rain coming down all the time now.
Thunder hovering over it.
Creek swelling up.
I’m worried about the muskrats.
There’s a genre I like to call “Men with Guns”.
The guy is tough, way beyond normal.
He doesn’t care about himself or anything else.
Well, maybe a cool looking girl captures his attention.
Yeah, he has that in his life.
Usually this tough guy
is surrounded or chased
by a cabal of other tough guys
who don’t care about anything except their jobs.
I went to one of these movies recently
and didn’t care for it.
Every day I look out my window onto the frozen parking lot.
All I see every day I look out my window are old ladies carrying small boxes.
My mother once sent me an apple in a box.
It was a forlorn apple.
They carry them into buildings and out of buildings.
It is quite a scene.
It is winter in Linkyshire now.
Every day is gray and I like it.
But today the weather service released a Cloud Alert.
Heavy clouds tumbling in from Canada.
Heavy clouds tumbling out from Canada.
Sometimes, walking around Linkyshire,
I feel like air.
There is plenty of air in Linkyshire.
We share the air.
The air outside me
Feels like it’s inside me.
I am just a balloon.
Where did all these bridges come from?
There are bridges everywhere now.
While it’s nice to cross the river on foot once and awhile,
I’m not sure I need a bridge to the LPD or the fountain.
It’s a cluttered feeling to have all these bridges here.
Must be a convenience though, for some.