Last week, he brought one of those birds to that door mat, reminding us of the order of things. The order of things is ever present here at the ranch. A few days ago, ...

All things now remind me of what love used to be. Swollen cattails in lonely. places. Gluey conditioner in my hair. Firm books. Their variegated spines.

I'm weirdly into clouds. I'm not a meteorologist or a climate scientist. I don't even know that much about clouds. I just really like them.