The ostrich.

A summer of serious somethings and a whole lotta nothing is over.
and its back to building six in all its wonder.
Time flew. Things I looked forward to for months are gone. Things I dreaded for just as long have passed. and some warped form of routine is about to set in.
My head has indeed been in the dirt.* I thought things were moving slower because all I could see were worms. Really outside roadrunner was setting the pace.
I know im not telling you anything new. but I needed to write something out here.
5 days.

*I'm well aware the saying is sand. not dirt. I'm unsure if worms live in sand.

Images I stole from a book in a bookstore before I went to London

I am breaking so many copy-write laws today