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Day 6

Thin cross-hatch clouds against the clear blue sky look out of place, like a doodle on a paper napkin in reverse.

Day 5 ( Read more... )

I unsuspectingly lifted the cup to my lips. The searing pain that followed brought the world into sharp clear focus, but only for a brief moment. I've been burned by coffee before, much worse than this. I don't blame the coffee. I still love it completely. Might be a lesson in there somewhere.

The snowflakes are big and fluffy and slow. They are not the least bit threatening, unlike their smaller faster cousins.

I am doing this! a river of stones

This one is from yesterday, Jan 1:

We three are all in the zone, at the same time but not together. First the singer's eyes go closed, then the fiddle player's, then my own. Giving ourselves to the moment. Running to Stand Still.

Today. Jan 2:

Simmering soup smells fill the empty spaces. Cooking brings my ( Read more... )