In the parking lot, one father's arm is stretched out pointing the way, his other arm is also stretched, toddler holding on forcefully, knees bent, resisting movement in that direction, gonna be a long way home
When we see something, our eyes, optic nerves, send electrical impulses to the brain to figure out if we have seen that before, if not, it is psychedelic and requires a long way home
The lint sensor is overly sensitive, fluffy towels trigger it, it captures lint, yes, then indiscriminately shuts down, forcing creativeness to get the stuff cleared before the long way home
Remembered to trim the garlic scapes this year, one of 2 varieties planted were curled and ready, the others haven't appeared yet, may still be preparing for the long way home
The sourdough is slumbering in the fridge, awaiting time, and opportunity enough to reenter the warmth, be feed, and then continue to grow, feeding us for the long way home
Thankful for the grains, hops, and care taken in the combination thereof for this beer, tiny bubbles streaming upwards from one spot on the bottom of the mug, last one before the long way home
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