This morning I woke up and saw how the morning glory vines were starting to cover the windows. Not to be one of those writers who sees symbolism everywhere, but it seemed like a good time to get out of the house for a while. So I went to the zoo.
Now that is a good time, the zoo is. Tiger attacks aside, there’s nothing better than being there on a beautiful sunny weekday when you’ve mostly got the place to yourself. Also, this is maybe weird, but it’s really nice to go to the zoo alone. You can spend as much or as little time looking at each animal as you want, and you don’t have to feel guilty that you don’t read any of the informational plaques.
My favorite are the giraffes, for obvious reasons. Like me, the giraffes are tall, strange, non-violent and perpetually hungry. However, the lions were also pretty good today:
You can see more photos from my day here.