Watching Humans
Morning Disturbance and a Box With Wheels
Something unusual happened this morning. The closet was restless. Usually mornings arrive quietly here. A little light through the door. A few slow sounds from the room. But today the...
Morning Disturbance and a Box With Wheels
Something unusual happened this morning. The closet was restless. Usually mornings arrive quietly here. A little light through the door. A few slow sounds from the room. But today the...
Return From A Quiet Adventure
I know. It has been quiet here. Too quiet. For a few days, the closet door stayed closed and the pages of this notebook remained still. Some of you might...
Return From A Quiet Adventure
I know. It has been quiet here. Too quiet. For a few days, the closet door stayed closed and the pages of this notebook remained still. Some of you might...
A Small Adventure Among Familiar Things
I stepped out of the closet. The world felt bigger, quieter, and full of secrets. Shadows stretched across the floor. Light spilled through the window. Something soft caught my eye…...
A Small Adventure Among Familiar Things
I stepped out of the closet. The world felt bigger, quieter, and full of secrets. Shadows stretched across the floor. Light spilled through the window. Something soft caught my eye…...
A Small Step Out of the Closet
Today, humans left the house. All of them. For a while, I stayed very quietly in the closet. It was quiet. A little boring. A little… uneasy. Closets are safe...
A Small Step Out of the Closet
Today, humans left the house. All of them. For a while, I stayed very quietly in the closet. It was quiet. A little boring. A little… uneasy. Closets are safe...
The Slow Wisdom of Sunday
Humans treat Sundays strangely. They wake up slowly. Move slowly. Think slowly. This morning the little human stood again looking at his socks. One blue. The other… still not. For...
The Slow Wisdom of Sunday
Humans treat Sundays strangely. They wake up slowly. Move slowly. Think slowly. This morning the little human stood again looking at his socks. One blue. The other… still not. For...
The Real Problem With Socks
Humans worry about strange things. This morning the little human stood for a long moment looking at his socks. One was blue. The other… definitely not. He sighed as if...
The Real Problem With Socks
Humans worry about strange things. This morning the little human stood for a long moment looking at his socks. One was blue. The other… definitely not. He sighed as if...