it was windy. we drove fast on the highway, had lunch at a cafe.
then home to lava beds and a tiny lamb.
then managing, handling psychos in crisis
he is unstable, unreasonable
his extreme emotions are attached to not feeling wanted by that which bore him
the hills are jagged and green, the ground below my feet is alive with volcanic activity. heavy metals, dense and flowing molten..
my small empire out here.
scheming in the woods.
we do the best we can.