Lately. Every evening when it cools a bit, I sit on the porch beneath the center skylight, and look up. Last evening, there was looking back. Outside looking in. And I said, out loud, this is just how I feel lately.
I found a lot of old thin silk that was hiding in an unopened box. I continue to play with small bundles. Not waiting long enough to see, but long enough to know that what I imagine might actually be possible.
Building the glossary here is now my priority, because it is an outline for some long sought after form of story telling. Heat is building here so I will disappear for a bit. Maybe go down to the basement. But when I come back, I will start with A.
Stay cool, stay well.