Early this morning. A photo.
Just finished stitching the last square.
New seasons are upon us.
I wonder how they will become for us.
Heal. A quilt on the wall is one thing, but up close you are in it somehow. And that is what it is for. How joyously soft this seems to me now, like once upon a time when nine was not even a memory. A field of loose puzzle pieces. Once upon a time when there was no puzzle and it was simply time to rest. And then continue.