Gently on a Tuesday

1. “It died,” she says looking at a little bug lying on the asphalt. Then she carries it away with her spade and gently lays it on the lawn.

2. I neatly sort the documents, trash all the unnecessary papers and my desk looks almost perfect when I leave the office.

3. I need solid ground to be able to take off and then to land and take off again. I have always known solid ground was an illusion, but lately I am even more aware of it. The good thing is that I have a runway within me. I just forget that sometimes. And it is good to remember.