Thought Salad

I drive a lot for work, but I love being in my car. I like being alone, the gentle vibration of the road soothing me, Like the purr of a cat Together my car Misha and I have explored the roads near my house, and watched birds of prey soar by. Prairie dogs race madly…

I watch as they play together, close in age and interests, not yet separated by school or friends. They race at each other on their bikes, veering before the crash and laughing hysterically each time before winding up to do it again. For a moment I go back to my childhood, days of green and…

I entered the room, braced for the worst but as always not ready for what I saw in front of me.  She was thinner, paler, and the jaunty turban on her head stuck out in hideous cheerfulness over sad eyes.  It had been a few months since the last time I’d seen her, only a…

I’ve always had a fascination for eyes, as far back as I can remember to me, they were so beautiful and unique, showing the individuality of a face, even between siblings who were very similar appearing. I remember the older people saying “the eyes are the windows to the soul” and didn’t really understand why…