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Here on Monday morning at my desk, I can feel the physicality of my weekend.
It feels good, in a usin'-it kind of physiognomial way.
The solstice fire Friday night seems a long time ago. As does the decision not to burn the sock. But both are still with me.
One of my favorite things this weekend was a kid and his stuffed animal, carried by the tip of its tail. This little human hasn't been walking long. I wanted a picture to remind me later of seeing him. Didn't get the perfect shot to capture the wonder (mine), but I did get enough to remind me, and show you. (Click on any for bigger.)
The solstice fire Friday night seems a long time ago. As does the decision not to burn the sock. But both are still with me.
One of my favorite things this weekend was a kid and his stuffed animal, carried by the tip of its tail. This little human hasn't been walking long. I wanted a picture to remind me later of seeing him. Didn't get the perfect shot to capture the wonder (mine), but I did get enough to remind me, and show you. (Click on any for bigger.)
