Black Widow Spider

Listening to bob Dylan trying to play the harmonica with the tune…erika is trying to strum the guitar..

Sippin on wine.

Daleah is making cigarettes

Ready for an adventure?

We take a hike around the woods..

 It is pitch black.

The chickens coo.

The rain begins to pour.

The wind picks up and the leaves on the branches sway.

Find a water stream.

I talk about how I wish I were teaching. Having my classroom teaching them about flowers.

Daleah talks about bees.

I should write a children’s book about bees. They are really important. REALLY important.

We continue our journey through the woods.

Something about nature that makes me feel safe.

I snuck the harmonica.

Playing a tune while we climb on the rocks…listen to the wind…feel the rain fall on our eyelids..some droplets slip into my mouth making me feel  ALIVE.

The point of life…to feel alive…I don’t want this to end.

We end up in the barn..find some scrapbooks from 1930s with old pictures from who the hell knows..newspaper articles of obituaries and weddings.

Beauty of the unknown? U fall into curiosity and it takes you in places you have never imagined.

Only fear? Getting bit by a black widow spider.