Thinking of the one I love on this quiet, single malt kind of night.

Thinking of the one I love on this quiet, single malt kind of night.
A dystopian thought for haiku #80.
There is always HOPE.
Missing my little fur babies! Check out Haiku #78.
With the state of the world as it is, I find my self in limbo.
Trapped in limbo in Kansas, the embers of a recent fire pit on a chilly Salina night transported me all the way to Misawa, Japan…and her.
The Tale of COVID-19 and what it has done to us.
A solitary walk down a lonely hospital corridor.
One Mask: A COVID-19 Tale.
Thoughts before retiring for the evening…Involuntary separation is a hard pill to swallow!