black chevrolet

The sun is glowing like a citrus fruit through the fleece otherwise known as sky, the air smells like smoke, and it's raining ashes. And I should be working on my thesis.

But I wanted to post just to mention Nighthawk's return to campus. The car is now back in all of its dusty glory, and mechanically functioning like the made-over bird it has become. And in order to keep it that way I have it under a cover and in the corner of the parking lot FURTHEST from my reach. The weapon is muffled and stored, freedom shelved...until need calls...