I guess I can’t credit the Milankovitch cycles for this phenomenon.
A poem (feat. my fish)
Closure warranted, capturing stray thoughts and pasting them here.
For those wondering where I have been this year, and for those whose hearts have also been stolen by the wonder of the natural world.
It was going to happen eventually, I guess.
Another cryptic poem about fish.
I suppose this is what I meant to write all along.