i really love that tune

there's a promise of rain rolling up from the south here today, fucking with the trees, the light and the way my leg feels. [it makes this clunking noise every time i stop and twist my ankle around. it's strangely satisfying but gross all at once].

this southerly gale has made me feel unsettled. wild. unruly.

maybe there'll be an adventure. maybe i'll go to bed on time. maybe tomorrow i'll sleep in, and wake up to the sound of thunder rolling of lake huron and across to georgian bay.

maybe.