High
"I'm just chasing time again..."
I love puzzles. Given a rainy day and a wide open table, I can speculate on a million little pieces and slowly form a picture. Usually, it's a nature scene or a poster or even a little puppy dog laying on green grass with a swath of blue sky overhead. The funny thing, sometimes with puzzles, is that every so often there is a piece that matches so close to the space it's supposed to fill that you find yourself jamming and cramming that piece in until the edges fray and the layers of pressed cardboard turn into a miniature fan; sprawled out as evidence of your mistaken judgement on what should fit and, to be so blatantly clear, on every reason why it doesn't fit.
I love puzzles. Given a rainy day and a wide open table, I can speculate on a million little pieces and slowly form a picture. Usually, it's a nature scene or a poster or even a little puppy dog laying on green grass with a swath of blue sky overhead. The funny thing, sometimes with puzzles, is that every so often there is a piece that matches so close to the space it's supposed to fill that you find yourself jamming and cramming that piece in until the edges fray and the layers of pressed cardboard turn into a miniature fan; sprawled out as evidence of your mistaken judgement on what should fit and, to be so blatantly clear, on every reason why it doesn't fit.