Planted in a seat of confusion, infused with equatorial originated liquid gold, I stare. The windows stare back. Beyond, atmospherical deluge slaps the pavement. It’s April in SW Michigan…and April means one thing: trails of smushed leaves left over from the Fall, saturated with water and mud, creating a luge-like uniform trench. Bingo. Confusion…resolution.

Happy trails. 🐾

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