The rain taps against windows like distant typewriter keys. April 15th – Dad’s shoulders held differently this morning. The cookie jar on the kitchen counter has vanished entirely. Some disappearances require no explanation.
#pawscarwilde #taxday
“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”

The rain taps against windows like distant typewriter keys. April 15th – Dad’s shoulders held differently this morning. The cookie jar on the kitchen counter has vanished entirely. Some disappearances require no explanation.
#pawscarwilde #taxday