The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Burning bridges, then icing them over.

Worst night for cycling through flashes. At least eight, maybe twelve, leaving little time for sleep. Wake, sweat, uncover, chill, cover, nap. Repeat.

Unwell throughout the day, but that might be the pollen talking.