It seems the darkest when it's the brightest outside since the harsh rays make you curl your eyes in tight.

But it's still bright outside, no matter how many pairs of sunglasses you wear or how hard you press your fingers to your shut eyelids.

It's still bright

Your Driveway is an Interesting Place, I'll Give You That

When I look at grasshoppers, I think of how your ideas jump from here to there and, occasionally, back again.

When I look at herons, I think of how still you stand while you wait for me to make my point.

When I look at honeysuckles, I think of how, sometimes, when you mean to be sweet, you don't necessarily end up as such.

When I look at bees, wonder how they make that decision to kill themselves.