We saw a dying toad on our walk this morning.

It’s tongue was hanging out and breathing heavy. Chris moved it over to the grass. He said it looks like it got hit. I had many thoughts of my own mortality, how I will die? Will I be comfortable?

I just remembered: I think I had a dream about burying a toad night under a small tree.

Spinning down from my workday.

I went outside and it was quiet. Birds, bugs and the whirring of air conditioners consoled me as I took a deep breath. Here is a picture of our tree.

Yesterday, we had us a rainbow.

It’s 8 pm here in Austin and it’s starting to cool off!