One Way Or Another

Up in the attic, we whiled away the afternoon going through old boxes.

Boo and I found a sketch book from years ago,
lots of the pages had bird shapes cut out of them.

I remember cutting them out, but I do not remember why.

There is lots of scrawled writing in the book too. This evening once the Boo is asleep, I might delve in and see what my mind was up to all those years ago.