Point #1: Somehow, I managed to get 1k words written on the lengthening of Oklahoma yesterday.
Point #2: I exist out of focus. While the majority of people are crisp and clear, their psyches relatively easy to look at and understand, looking at me requires squinting. Hard and lengthy, headache-inducing, squinting. When there’s so much beauty in this world, who can blame a soul for ignoring the fuzzy, gray spot?