At a crossroad I looked up. And with my eyes still up, I took a step, then another, and another. Then when I looked down, I was right where I needed to be.

When a tornado strikes, there is no shortage of airborne items. Some hurt upon impact, others you wouldn’t notice. It’s nice to know when to duck.

How I debate is with code. How I debate is with a picture. How I debate is with a pen.

It’s not a priority. Isn’t that wonderful? Behold, a list dissolved.

There’s a babbling brook by my home. Initially it was enjoyed by a few, now by many. And with the increase in numbers, the enjoyment multiplied too.