A Summer Soul

"It's the last day of June. I thought we had one more day to go."

I just finished my very first game almost all by myself (I had help from Terrell) tonight! I joked that it was about me, because, well, look...

A trapped soul howls loudest when it can find absolutely nothing to say without curses and tears.

February 3rd was a perfect, pearl-strung day. And it was all yellow...

wouldn't be you.

Welcome to this aviary of a post. I suddenly have so much to say, and I'm not sure I can get it all out before all the half-way decent bedtimes pass me by. This is going to be a long one, so grab your boots if you're coming with.

apophenia:  n.  the tendency to perceive a connection or meaningful pattern between unrelated or random things (such as objects or ideas).

If those "Why Are You Single?" quizzes would stop hunting me down in my happy place (Pinterest), that'd be great. My world is filling up with birds and I can barely keep up with the flocks of them. They're the common thread right now, spilling out of every corner; it's a little weird the things that pop into your field of vision once you have established that there is a pattern to find. Does it do it on it's own, or is it all you?