double americano

You can get anywhere in Los Angeles on a rainy Sunday morning. For instance, I just got from there to here in a relatively short amount of time. I was walking getting wavy. There was this phase last year where I kept feeling lightheaded like I was gonna fall to the ground and timber. There was also this time in Vermont on our flooded property. This time where I chopped down a tree with an axe and did nothing with it. Or maybe I made firewood. I can't remember. The crack of the tree was spectacular though. It was like everything we failed to recognize was balling itself up but then satisfying its frustration in one epic outward release from captivity. But I hope I made use of it.