Boxed in on all four sides by asphalt. You get used to it.
Sojourn through the beer can-infested roads of the heartland of America.
It's all air, wind, it's there but it's gone when you try to realize it.
I know it's hard to remember all the rules and norms of living in a society, but you really should know by now to not say those sorts of things about another person.
Some of them stand apart in their blandness.
It is creeping back to equilibrium, but the air quality around these parts is still horrific. I can feel the particulates grating against the back of my throat.
One rabbit was napping in a spot of grass with lots of small, white flowers, occasionally standing up to eat. Another rabbit came up to eat in the same spot, and they got into an argument. The second would run at the first, and just before impact, the first would leap directly up. This went on for some time.
The moon is as impressive as it has been over the past several days.
I got bit many times by mosquitos while filling up my field recorder's SD card.