I’m the kid all alone on the playground.
Hiding my teary face. Blowing my nose into tissue. Wondering why no one played the guessing game. I’d play your game if I went to your house.
Imagine throwing a surprise party for your friends and no one came.
I’m gonna grab my fishing stick and head down to the stream where the clear water babbles and sings and hang out there ’til it’s better.
Meanwhile, I leave a picture of Moose, who walked with me through the park the other day. He loves the adventures in the wild; here, his inner hunter has been alerted to something in the wild grass.