day 316 of 365

Words are flowing out
like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass
they slip away across the universe.

day 315 of 365

November forecast:  Wind. Rain. Bare trees. Raw gray days. Cold dark nights. Hot tea. Steaming soup. Good books. Warm blankets. 

day 58 of 365

Still life with books and reading lamp.

It's foggy, with rain dripping through the trees in the woods behind our house. I'm feeling a little blurry.