Here Comes the Train!
Metaphorically, at this particular juncture.
How silly do you think it is that, day after day, I continue to light my small piñon incense bricks in my living room, the smoke of which slowly trickles over to do a waltz around my head, resulting, almost surely, in a headache? I love the scent, but goodness, every time?
And how silly do you think my constant use of commas is in sentences that could otherwise be formed without them?
To these two anecdotes: I have nothing poignant to say. That’s not my specialty. What I do have is a keen eye (my left, my vision sucks in my right), a beating heart, and a hearty itch to tell more stories. So I think I’ll do just that. Welcome to Clipper Mist’s Tiny Stories!
For our 50 or so loyal subscribers (thank you again, by the way) you may have noticed the aforementioned title change for this blog. You may have even said to yourself, “What’s this? I didn’t subscribe to this? What is this email?” I chuckle. My apologies. Same blog. Updated, vague-er name so I can write more here and then organize all the stories into tiny sections.
Am I losing you? Feeling the need to get back to your afternoon activities that I interrupted? I’ll wrap it up.
It’s my great hope to continue being a post-grad warrior (also, when do I stop saying that I’m post-grad? Few more months probably?) and seek out Tiny Stories wherever and whenever I am. I’ve got one brewing about jury duty, I think. More exciting than one might expect, hopefully.
Until then - adieu, ciao, じゃあまた！See you soon!
- Clipper Mist
P.S. - Just found out we have a rodent problem. Here’s me standing on my chair after seeing the little guy.
