Colin | January 25, 2016 | Long Island, NY

My pillow still smells like your hair.

Woken up by my youngest brother much earlier than I was expecting. Open Easter baskets. Hunt for Easter eggs. Have competitions balancing eggs on a spoon. Egg tosses. Family basketball game. Out to lunch with the family. Wiffleball game. Stuff our faces with candy. One by one we all head to bed.... Until next year, Happy Easter!

Was anyone ever really there?...

"It was one of those March days when the sun shines bright and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade." -Great Expectations, Charles Dickens

“My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.” ― Jack Kerouac

There's somethin 'bout a truck

This whole earth which we inhabit is but a point in space.

Random guy comes over with his snowblower and clears my driveway and mailbox before he even cleared his own, good people are still out there

Drownin' in the whiskey, starin' at the T.V., tryin' not to sleep 'Cause I'm just gonna wake up lovin' you

"Sun is bad for you. Everything our parents said was good is bad. Sun, milk, red meat… college." Happy birthday to Woody Allen, one of the few genius minds left.

that's why god made love songs

Today was bitterly cold and the dregs of autumn’s leaves are caught in corners and swept up in tiny eddies of wind and litter the tops of stairs and creep into lobbies.