PinnedPrivate
Took the long way home because the light was good and the air finally felt like spring.
Took the long way home because the light was good and the air finally felt like spring.
Passed the flower stall, the old bakery, and the repair shop with the radio on. Same route, different mood every time.
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.
Mostly posting this here so I can find it again next weekend.
Thought about this while deciding not to call a car for the last mile.