Spring has sprung. Warm weather is here. Time for the park.
Callie and I have made a few trips down to Hamilton. Wow.
There's a lot less covered now that it's warm.
That's not technically correct; tattoos cover a lot more than they used to.
Taking in the park scene, where young punks are now parents but have not grown out of their punk-dom, the sense of lost-ness is palpable.
Silent prayers. Wondering how these are reached. Asking that I would see and seize opportunities.