the weather outside makes me want to go camping and hang out all day in a tent

Thinking about a big mountain. Staring at poles and water filter. Contemplating sneaking out for a hike up to Cone Peak. Nervous.

Counting whales is in no way more helpful than counting sheep.

Well, it’s only like a mile and a half. But the bike doesn’t really work. Okay, so it’s nice out. I’ll walk.

Driving down to West Cork used to be a quiet pleasure.
Now it’s a melancholy chore.
Still, the sky is absolutely full of stars.