I'm blinking through a bleary fog that won't clear.

I grew up believing that I had to come up with a really, really great idea and then protect it like ...

This hill's 1,000 feet and I'm at the bottom of it, making my way back up after reaching the midway ...

My eyes are unfocused, staring out the window at... I don’t know what.

Ava woke me up this morning with an unassuming nudge. That's not the abnormal part, though.

I'm sitting by the back windows as the storm clouds roll in.

"Yeah, I don't know... I try not to think about it."

When Isobel asked if I wanted to bike down to the water to watch the sunset, I hesitated. Doing some...

Sure, I'd been nervous... but this is happening.

My eyes are closed but I can still see the sun.

We're heading back from the lake; walking through the woods in the dark.

I keep meaning to put some music on, but I've been wearing my headphones in silence for ages.