Restless in spirit, or: when a drag becomes a fall becomes a head-long dive

I light the candle: a three-wicked affair that smells of apple pie (but without the gluten). Its flames are steady-ish, and the scent throw is heavenly. I don’t feel guilty about this simple pleasure, though the candle is from Walmart and I live in home that at times produced eco-conscious candles, scented with essential oils, … Continue reading Restless in spirit, or: when a drag becomes a fall becomes a head-long dive