Narn

To you too, you crazy creatures who decide that your news is the news for one to first hear.

As much as I want to sleep, don’t think me ungrateful....

It’s spring!

I found a bird.

He is broken. His wing is all crooked and he is fearful. I hope he isn’t more broken than he seems.

I have given him bread soaked in honey water, and I don’t know what to say to him, so I try to imagine nice, shiny, warm things that he might like, just in case he can read my mind.

I hope he is still alive in the morning.

I’ve named him Bertrand.