A Sentence a Day (roughly)
16 February 2026
I remain convinced that swifts, like boy racers hopped up on energy drinks, swoop and scream their way through the sky not out of biological necessity, but because of the sheer, unbridled joy of it all.
16 February 2026
I remain convinced that swifts, like boy racers hopped up on energy drinks, swoop and scream their way through the sky not out of biological necessity, but because of the sheer, unbridled joy of it all.