Under the weather, just like the world.

[smartlikeatruck]

I feel like I’m missing out, sometimes. Never a sunset flash, never Northerly enough to see those lights, never the eerie eye of the storm.

What do I have to trade? A desert white-out. Hot wind that haunts my bones. The silence of snow falling in July. Summer hail bouncing from a redwood deck. The ghostly beauty of a lightning strike on a lake. A

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[smartlikeatruck]

Yesterday I realized, as I left the bank, that if I did not have to pay rent, I could go to Portugal for a weekend instead.

Sometimes I don't know what the point of everything is, if I am working so hard and never get to see the world.