I’m in love with the mute from Hercules.
Why? I ask myself this mentally every twenty minutes. Mixing a salad…Why?
Walking up to get the mail…Why?
Drying my hair…Why?
Tripping over a tennis ball on the floor…Why?
Maybe I’m inexplicably attracted to mutes. Or disfiguring scars.
Or I want to be a Viking by marriage.
Saltwater, seals, and sunsets