Twelve Days

Twelve days may not seem like much, but it reminds me of the dark days of winter, waiting for the sun. And I need the light. We all do.
So I rose before dawn, saw my love off, and contemplated. Then something said “Go,” and I went.

Strange Sheep

So while driving, I found this strange group of independent sheep. They showed zero curiosity when I stopped the car, and only one lifted it’s head for a moment. The really weird thing was that they all stayed an equal distance from each other, ignoring me and each other, while completely filling the pasture.