I am in here.
Bright and clear and -4° Fahrenheit. Snow on the ground from yesterday, not too thick. But then, we’re not in the mountains at a ski resort, so we are not hoping for great thicknesses of snow. There are no thickets or forests on the open prairie, by definition, so there is nowhere to hide from … Continue reading Morning. Boulder. Impossible temperatures.
So I wake to a breath of snow — not a covering, by any means. This, of course, gives me a good reason to hide inside and write. Write. About what? About the snow, of course. My morning tea is cold and the room is cold. Hot tea here is possible, but I must move … Continue reading so I wake to a breath of snow
I haven’t blogged about the OSM fluffball that Everyone Else has because, well, I just don’t care. But I think it’s funny, too. Especially in light of this headline on their main page today: “What should Pajamas Media be?” If they don’t know by now, they’re in deep trouble. However, here’s a funny bit about … Continue reading OSM etc
Does a gray sky in the morning limit, expand, or have no effect upon the amount of possibilities available to one during the rest of the day? Playing: Haiku One (Featuring Laetitia Sadier) from the album “16 Haiku & Other Stories (Songs Based On the Poetry of George Seferis)” by Sigmatropic & Laetitia Sadier
white pebble 