Drawover of lines of photo from my smartphone.
Look at that.
It's a bird nest from the garage from the groundhog day, it's a quaint groundhog day and constructing a lifestyle around the art I'd like to do.
There was a quick swipe, Theft of two laptops with not my wallet being swiped, from the car number was red-handed. The thief is going to be seen. Everything needs somebody, reasons I cannot think.
A little bird's nest from the burglary that happened, luckily nothing to my production that happened. I'll be watching it, though. That moment of watching the birds being careful with what they've got. It's bliss.
That bird real showed me how to live for that moment when I was trying to calm my temper with walks. Being slumbering within the forest construct of billowed smothering.
I don't know if it's a song bird, what type. Do I need to know? He's made his own life with the way I've built mine, It's something that could be called a home or a way of being. Let me look at it, and move on, the temper is gone.