Sometimes the metaphor is a bit too on the nose

My gaze travels up two fleeting stars peek through the clouds make an all-too brief, too rare appearance then float away, retreating behind cover It’s crisp tonight. Go easy You’re carrying precious cargo  I always go easy  Do you, though? Well, the point is that sometimes you go too slow  We’ve just paused and asked …

Dozer

Yo tengo hambre He’s been working on his Spanish a little bit. I go into lecture mode You know, you are most likely not hungry, you’re probably just sleepy. Often late at night we think we’re hungry but we really just need some zeds. He responds counterpoint, Papa maybe I’m actually hungry I smile, sigh, and …