Beyond the whirring tools and the dentist's graceful hands, an episode of Blue Planet plays on a small screen. I have no idea what's going on, aside from seeing great quantities of fish, but the general blueness is relaxing.
Sometimes a brilliant moment is made of sunlight falling on the white planks of a house and on the spruce that has sprung up beside it.
The toddler stumble-walks with his finger out pointing.
Art can be an antidote to oversimplification, smooth and quick explanations, cowardice, and brutality.
She tries to entice me to watch the movie by showing me a YouTube clip, but all I see is syrup and little substance and actors who talk as if the dialogue is sticking to their teeth.
The dog gets so excited that her owner has come home that she launches herself at my stomach from several feet away.
A writing assignment of many words that makes me realize just how important it is to have the right roof over one's head.