Martin Duguay

Confessions of an Introvert

Since you first met me, I’ve grown by leaps and bounds. I shed a layer or two, revealing more than I expected. You must forgive me for my regression. A cold front has prompted me to put on a thick sweater. Don’t worry though as I foresee a warm spring once the east wind has come and gone. I may even wear a bathing suit come summer.

first frost –
a golden-orb weaver
hangs on to its web