The Puffin (iii)

My bleary eyes gazed out across the water and I concluded that I was still dreaming. This must be some bizarre waking dream cast on me by a sea witch. Here I sat on the same mound of ice that I fell asleep on, seemingly moments ago, but there stood the shore - at least three … Continue reading The Puffin (iii)


Mountain Barber

My hair looks too greasy today. Yesterday it was too dry. Ugh. Maybe I should have gone to that new hairdresser run by that native indian dude. While walking past it I thought, "Whoa, that is so culturally diverse." The entire place was a big teepee, big feather caps, and smoke signals coming out of … Continue reading Mountain Barber