Hi.
sometimes you just have to be a kook in order to have a little fun
sometimes you just have to be a kook in order to have a little fun
I was somewhat desperate for it, that casual walk in nature. I’d been feeling untethered as of late, all the parts of me pulling apart while I tried, with lost fingers, to pull them back together again into a new form; one that felt more like who I was than who I had been.
A shaggy looking Saint Bernard trotted over to us. The lower half of his body was caked in mud, his face an expression of that classic Saint Bernard droop which turned hopeful as he neared us, leaning against our legs for cuddles. A few paces away, rows of horses in varying shades of browns, golds, speckles, and palamino, swatted flies with their tales and stomped their hooves.
