With all the strange weather, and a lot of goings on behind the scenes, I missed it. That sense that the season has shifted. It is hard to tell what season is anymore, except change. Today I feel it. Shift. That reminder of how one (no) thing becomes another.
The threeselves are free for now.
And I find myself working on another small piece...
Let's call it A Strange Peace.
All the while, looking like something from Star Wars after some strange fly bit me on the forehead while picking cucumbers.