Squiggle & Heart No. 26

I had the incredible joy of birding for about two hours yesterday in Prospect Park. Also, it’s lilac season. And I went for a lovely jog during which I ran into friends. All delights.

I am always entertained, if not a bit annoyed, to watch my mind grab on to tiny delights and ask them to be more than what they are (or more frequent, or more robust, or or or). It is the nature of the Hungry Ghost to never be satisfied. But I think the more I can chuckle at it, the better my quality of life. Squiggle is as Squiggle does.