The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.

I can’t help the feeling that I waste my life away staring at the computer screen…

Varun at his track meet, featuring the reflection of me in his eyes.

My reflection in Tim’s root beer bottle.

Sometimes I hang on clotheslines…

Me and my boyfriend, Varun.

I have freckles and a lot of eye wrinkles.

Tonight, I drove up on a guy who had crashed into a tree. He had swerved to avoid hitting a deer. He was sitting on the ground about 10 feet from his car, his headlight was about 15 feet away. I had to call 911. The man was coherent and was able to walk out of his car when the accident happened, so he will probably be okay. Now I drive ridiculously slow on Mountain Road. The end.