Prospective Morning
Saturday, March 21, 2026
Like a rescued orphan raccoon, I know someday I will go home to the wild. But before that, someday I will name something the Tiny Briny™.
I rise with a story or idea, a song or character raging in my brain. Or it intrudes during zazen. Or wind flings it against my window like rain. It does not belong in the WIP so I put it here.