Even a mistake is better than nothing.

Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.

and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.

You're more than a story.

For what matters if I gain the whole world, but lose my soul?

Right now the day length is exactly the same as in spring when birds key into it and begin singing. The birds are a little confused by it all and the singing isn't very intense. It only lasts a week or so each fall, but it's still cool to hear spring bird songs at this time of the year.

At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.