What a nice birthday weekend it was in the company of new friends! At Adelheids, I enjoyed a variety of Swabian Maultaschen--curious, little ravioli-ish pockets of beef and kraut. this evening, Adeline and I had a nice evening of chocolate chip-fueled discourse. Theres nothing quite like the speckled deck of a chip cookie cake on the bank of Adekiel lake. Friday night was filled with beerpong, followed by flirting with a british girl while eating apple pie on my friends floor.

 a sonder saunter. I strolled singingly, atop the hill, under the moon's morning. The stalks stubbled a frozen sod, whisking zephyrs belly as he parted the field. Fleecing air grooved the night without storied word or a footstep's fill. The hof slumbered lightly in the distant fences, draped in delicate lace. Alive, it became my design, an opera. oh, no libretto. Chords wondered simply, slithered back to guided, whole tones. A swelling, streaming, surging upwards, she heard? A pair of doubled soles' sweet relief.