Observed From the Train
He swaggered out of the library and disdainfully cast the papers he was carrying up and away. For a brief moment they flashed and spun in the sunlight before falling into shadow. He did not look back, nor make eye contact with those who wondered at his act of flagrant littering. He just kept waking. And, when he was out of the crowd, wiped a tear from his eye.
Hey there! The frogmob life is a simple, calm life. Frogs don't waste energy on anger and fighting. Or something. I like those two words together and my very first ever website was called frogmob.com, so I resurrected that here in the fediverse. Expect this text to change. We are interested in low-stress, happy and open discussions of life, faith, the universe, and Doctor Who.