Bird Mad Girl

The sun is rising again. I am smoking a cigarette. I have seen the sun rise for the past week. It's lonely. All the world around me is so quiet, other than a car every half hour. I haven't gone out much lately. All I do is read, paint and clean. I watched the fireworks tonight with Addison from our swing set. We walked around all night.

I leave for New York in less than four days.