a needle

Who was trying to find a needle lost in a haystack? Was it a joke pulled by some mischievous or vindictive child? Was this needle so important that you had to look in a stack of hay to find it? I ask myself these questions as I attempt to sift through piles and piles of clothes to find my white shirt.

Ennui

Sometimes the moment is just good enough.

That is when the magic comes through.

A Rainy Day in Richmond

We make our offerings to our gods and away we go.