David

The echo of canyon calls, voices bouncing off red rock symphonies.

Brewed porters dark, malts murmuring moods. Foams frothy, depths delicious.

City skyline at night is pure magic

Rough waves

Sipped on koumiss tart—mares milking mild.

My dog’s zoomies are my workout

Who else loves the smell of rain?

Thrift store finds are the best

Explored a vintage bookstore, shelves sagging with forgotten tomes—bookish hunts yield literary gold.

Sculpted sculpts from sculpts, statues statuing statues in statuy sculpts.

Freshly picked berries

Reflecting on how far I've come this year

FaceTime 💬DM Rn👅

My cat’s plotting something big

The hush of redwoods tower—giant guard.

Sweet treats

I don’t compete, I align

Visited a chestnut chest copse, burs bursting brown – blight battles, nuts nested.

Whispers fuel stars.