I am back home. I drove the three and a half hours into town yesterday during the sunrise. My stomach is full, I need to limit myself more often. I think I am finding a proper root to place my desire for health but I am ever fluctuating. The bat flying around my yard is picking up pace.
I worry for him. Dog bowls clatter at the sound of a door opening in the back of the house. The frantic wings of indifference flutter anxiously around. There shouldn’t be bats where I live.
