MISSING MOTHER DEAR
After two days of premature summer-like weather here in Nashville, our setting appears more normal today. More appropriate for the season. Gloomy skies cover the mid-morning in a haunting back-to-the-future moment that throws me behind two years to the day. Since then, 303 has become among the most visible math in my ever-consciousness - present throughout the sequence known as my post-Granny era.
4 years ago