snow falling thick and fast
… but we’re cozy warm inside. my sweetie sleeping after a loooooooong night of snow command for the city.
tiny abominable
floyd sprints donuts in the snowfresh park, thrill-rides frosty-bearded through spun fluff glittering with streetlight
out like a lamb my arse
sometimes I fear this winter will never end. Read and post comments | Send to a friend
morning winter window
the trees seem to bow and nod to one another, shake side to side, conversing in a code of motion—if I could translate it to sound, it would be operatic, dirgelike, gossipy, falling to a whisper
melancholia and other malarkey
the clock reads three sticks, and I long for small things to hold. it’s a wednesday that feels like a wednesday made of bisque– daylight salt-dusted and wind blown over frozen waves
ho ho holiday
good christmas morning, world. I’m so happy I can’t sleep– so totally relieved to be off work until january 5– I’ve been desperately craving some good big swathes of uninterrupted time to just do whatever, mull, write, play at the art table, address christmas cards. I woke up cold from a flock of dreams that ...
arctic wallpaper
our heating hasn't been working so hot in the old building the last couple of days. oh, the move to the new facility can't come soon enough… Read and post comments | Send to a friend