Yesterday on my walk to and from work I saw two dead birds.

On my walk to Ben’s I felt guilty for troding on the tiny daisies that grew by the highway. 

I stopped to appreciate the tiny mushroom growing proudly

On my way home today a white feather fell in front of me, there were no birds in site. 

I wonder if I’m being haunted. 

Are you doing anything a bit earlier on Friday? Like mid-late afternoon? My mum made dinner reservations.. We could go get coffee or something, like the twenty-somethings everybody is turning into :p

Ya man I’m free all Friday