a weathered man greets me on a corner his face, aged ten times and his smile barely cracks but I know it’s there as his eyes always confirm for a million moments in passing he shares with me his story I read every line trenched in his scaling cheek and coarse wore out locks paint for me a daily tragedy and all I do is keep walking
Hope you’re off to a great start to the week. Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my habits. Specifically, my digital habits or screen-time. It’s been a love/hate relationship for me recently. I’m a Paralegal by profession and I work at a law firm downtown. So, my day already consists of sitting in front of a computer for eight hours. Then, there’s the smartphone that I carry with me, factor in that I’ve always been a gamer, and while we’re at it, we may as well throw this laptop that I’m using in the mix. That quickly puts me at four devices. By the look of things, my screen-time seems to be already pushing some sort of red zone.
Got to love Newfoundland. Off to work this morning and this guy shows up for a visit. He’s been in the neighborhood for a few days now. I’ve been told someone’s been feeding him, not a good idea. No worries though, I called the Wildlife Department and they were en route to grab this little fella and place him somewhere more safe and away from civilization.
“GET YOUR FOX STRAIGHT PEOPLE, DON’T FEED WILD ANIMALS”