The rain.
First measurable rain since last summer, the wildfires are proof.
She's a force to be reconed with. Burning my last candle until the first of the month, and only once the bills are paid...
then maybe a few candles for inpiration. Cartoons and the cat chasing Al through the house. The cat that believes himself a dog. Im sad and out of sorts. Athena. Rain. Thowing myself out in traffic, in front of oncoming vehicles traveling at high speed. That's what this feels like, that somehow I'll write the truth and be punished for it. Blow out the candle to last the weekend.