You know you're in Logan when...

You can go from sleeping in your underwear to sleeping in warm pajamas with fuzzy socks and slippers and a robe with double the blankets- all in one month.

Another poem... yes I am lazy.

Drain




Each fountain I pass calls me
to feed.
I’m pulled to push the bar
and release the captive rain.

I stoop to cool my thirst.
The water shoots to my dry,
gasping tongue.
I feast and still
need more.

I press my lips to the spiraling grate
and suck
as much as I can
before it gurgles and spats

down the drain.

"Bright are the stars that shine. Dark is the sky."

Right now, I want to run away to this painting.