Like the pink building in Arcadia.
One cool day in the midst of a soul-sucking world.
Apples waiting to be peeled & pied.
Of Montreal who?
Turning off the air.
Using political mail as placemats.
To live a quiet.
Used to laugh with you.
Annoying batting stance and a lumberjack beard.
To be able to look out the window.
Miles from here in other towns.
Wandering with coffee.
Self-imposed fascist state.
Where there was a deck overlooking a wetland.
Makes you want to live more, do more.