As I expected, the day has turned bright, though not as hot as I expected. The sky is spread with patches of cirrus clouds, woodpeckers are slowly dismantling trees, and the balminess has induced someone nearby to mow their lawn. The air is filled with the scent of fresh-cut grass. The aroma goes well with the itching of the mosquito bite, reminding me of how itchy I would get when I rolled around in the tall springtime grass when playing some game (or no game in particular- just rolling in the grass for the fun of it) with boyhood friends. Today would be a perfect day to be ten years old.
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As I expected, the day has turned bright, though not as hot as I expected. The sky is spread with patches of cirrus clouds, woodpeckers are slowly dismantling trees, and the balminess has induced someone nearby to mow their lawn. The air is filled with the scent of fresh-cut grass. The aroma goes well with the itching of the mosquito bite, reminding me of how itchy I would get when I rolled around in the tall springtime grass when playing some game (or no game in particular- just rolling in the grass for the fun of it) with boyhood friends. Today would be a perfect day to be ten years old.
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Reset Sixteen, Day Forty-Seven
Another day got away from me, and I have no idea where it went. I only remember the last part, when I made a dinner that turned out to be too large,…
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Reset Sixteen, Day Forty-Six
The rain had not begun when I went to bed early Friday morning, but when I woke up that afternoon it was doming down quite nicely. It only continued…
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Reset Sixteen, Day Forty-Five
The jet stream is shifting, making a big bend southward down the west coast, so it is increasingly likely that late January and early February could…
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