Pawscar Wilde
“I feel things deeply. I just don’t rush about it.”
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🖋️ Observations
The world, reported exactly as it is.
The Return of the Cookie Jar
The cookie jar vanished on Tuesday morning. Not stolen — I would have known. Not moved to another room — I had checked… — read more
The rain started before dawn.
The rain started before dawn. I know because the ponderosas smell different when water finds them in darkness — sharper, — read more
The Friday Calculation
The morning cookie arrives at 07:51, which is neither early nor late but exactly when it should. I have noticed that… — read more
The April Accounting
The desk drawer opens with a particular sound — metal on wood, followed by the rustle of paper that means something has… — read more
The Mathematics of Celebration
The kitchen holds a different frequency this morning. Dad arrived earlier than usual, which disrupted the breakfast… — read more
The Mathematics of Sunday Morning
Twenty-three bright ovals scattered across the grass this morning, each one carrying the particular weight of someone… — read more
The Camera and the Distance
The photographer arrived with equipment that suggested permanence — tripods have a way of announcing their intentions. — read more
The Art of Strategic Timing
April arrives with its own peculiar mathematics, and I have done the calculations. The first of the month carries a — read more
The Democracy of Morning Cookies
The studio jar rattles slightly when the wind hits the house just right — a sound that suggests possibilities without — read more
After the Last Bite
The bowls are empty. Both purple and blue, sitting side by side on the kitchen floor, licked clean in the way only basse — read more
The Return of Everything
Saturday and she is coming home late tonight. I have been monitoring the front door since breakfast. Not waiting. Monit — read more
The Architecture of Absence
The breakfast routine runs exactly as it should. I escort Dad to the kitchen, wait as he cleans the water bowl, follow — read more