life moves.

I sit at my kitchen table and look out the window at my right at the bare trees and the quickly fading blue of the winter sky. Alexi Murdoch sings me into the kitchen as I start making (yet another) dinner for one.

Life moves on.

It moves in the quiet moments - in the trips to the mailbox and the coupon clipping and the grocery list making. It moves in your roommates 25th birthday and the beginning of another basketball season. Moments pass and life moves.