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He let me have his leather jacket.
I wear your jacket—a lot.
I may even sniff it.
A lot.
I am prepared to risk letting you see me.
Stay safe, Cocky Caveman.
Your Hamlet-Shakespeare-Shagspeare-Spitfire
OOO
^^^ (those are hugs, you said no pressure)
P.S. I’ll think about being your Peaches, but no dissing my singing.
XXX
Fifty-Five
IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME
Gwendoline
FEBRUARY 14TH
You know when you think you have a great idea to start your morning off, but it turns out today was just not going to be your day. Well, this is me right now.
As of the last few seconds, I am lying sprawled awkwardly on the ground on the Wild Horse hiking trail, staring up at the cloudless blue sky with a sprained ankle at a guess.
I tell you, Karma will hunt you down if you do the wrong thing, and I did a naughty thing—which I never do because I am such a goody two-shoes—and it bit back, punishing me for my shameful behavior.
I swear karma is a real thing.
I have fun. I am a fun person, but I don’t do bad things…
… Until today.
And look what freakin’ happens.
Karma struck me down for breaking the rules against nature.
Hissing in a sharp breath, I decide getting myself up can wait for another thirty seconds because…Ouchy.
This morning, during my walk, I had a conversation with temptation, and I lured myself to the dark side. Now I fear I need to put the community work jumpsuit on and do some clean-up along the side of the road somewhere with all the other small-time criminals or ‘fess up and pay a fine.
I need to do the walk of shame.
After my alarm went off this morning, I threw on my black yoga pants, orange tank top, and dark zip-up hoodie. I braided my hair on either side of my head, jumped on Ophelia’s Bonneville motorcycle (with her permission), and headed to the Cleveland National Forest, Agua Tibia Wilderness, about twenty-five minutes from home. I parked at the Trailhead parking lot to walk some of the Wild Horse Trail.
Once a week, I come here and powerwalk for an hour, and then I turn around and come back. I like starting as the sun rises, bringing along my camera, Swiss Army knife (because you can never be too careful) and my water bottle in my backpack.
I’ve been doing this ritual for about seven weeks. It is the best time of the day when nature is waking up, and the light brings out the best in my nature shots.
Anywho, I arrived at 7:42 a.m., which is later than usual, and walked briskly admiring the wildflowers along the trail. The California poppies usually bloom anywhere from mid-February through to May, depending on the weather, but a rare thing has happened, they started blooming a little earlier this year.
