golden
On my way back from the grocery in the late afternoon sun. Parked, discarded, as far as it could practically go out of the supermarket lot and far enough from the owner’s home to implicate guilt. Safely nestled now in the pines off Catalpa.
The last time I was on the coast I contracted walking pneumonia and had to sweat it out on a 5 hour flight back to bed. This was the last thing I remember…
