By the time I turned Back towards home from the river The clouds were all gone.
Plenty of divides available for those in the neighborhood.
With the cat and doing my taxes.
It was perhaps because it was the most moonless night of the year–the last absent moon of winter–when absence and darkness reveal the plenum of potentiality, that I was able to see (and photograph with a phone) some of the… (READ MORE)
and she could count the waves…
On the walk home from the dentist.