Down an Alley

Practice, contemplation, and insights
The wind is rattling things and doing some wailing.

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 stars recognized as the constellation Orion, despite the lights of the city.


and she could count the waves…