wake to chilly morn
swim in summer’s afterglow
the first day of school.
wake to chilly morn
swim in summer’s afterglow
the first day of school.
February 2026 split in two: Days on the mountain with my daughter. A dormant project revived. Old friends. And then, on the last day of the month, bombs. The halves of this split screen are not equal, and I don’t know how to pretend otherwise.