We have returned to the Prairie. Quite a journey this time. Not all is copacetic. There has been strife on this journey which is currently spelled 'Computer Game'.
The Ash which is pictured on the screen above this post no longer exists in the manner to which it had become accustomed. That long lonely branch has broken almost entirely from the trunk of the tree and sad dog ears, hanging to rest mostly on the ground with only the smallest possible part still entangled with the trunk of the tree. Soon I'll photograph and share a picture. My life feels equally disjointed. All is suddenly not well.