Most of the time this feels finished — this space. I arrived here tonight in search of a particular piece of writing, and stayed a while. Revisited a former self. And reconsidered....
Sucked into the political spin of late, while paying close attention to the natural world. (And yes, the political spin falls into the category of unnatural world.) Every day looking for honeybees, every day not seeing a garter snake, a grasshopper. I read tonight that pill bugs help to clean heavy metals from the soil. Who'd'a thought? Pillbugs, or rollie-pollies, or woodlice, of the family Armadillidiidae. (I said that word out loud, and you should too.)
Thank you, pillbugs, for distracting me from Life. Perhaps if I extracted all political thought from my brain I'd start writing again.
