bearwings

Journal entries can be intriguing. On a good day, the good ones, on a bad day sad …the good bear bad bear, and I’m not even a bear. Life always seems to work out somehow. Today for instance, the sun is shining. Even though I look out the window at a grey sky and hear the patter of drizzle I know the sun is shining somewhere, for someone. / I might head over towards the beach in a sho…