
Another batch of nicely roasted coffee

An author's collection of thoughts and stories
I like to think that he’s keeping my feet warm for me, and not just asking for food.
Its wildfire season.
Personally, I enjoy the way the smoke softens the sun, so it doesn’t feel like its drilling into my brain with UV rays.
Photos don’t really do the real world any justice.
Then again, I am something of an advocate for experiencing life firsthand.
Some woman sat down two feet away from me and coughed, so I was like, “Is that a challenge?!”
I won.