8:18
It’s just not right that a place so lovely would be this cold.
I blame it on the wind.
It’s a joy to be outside.
All around me are old buildings with new names.
I should know better, but it feels like spring.
I stand under this massive oak in a fine mist.
What a way to start his ministry!
I’m glad the sun is slightly veiled this morning.
Solitary tracks in the snow seem a fit visual for our times.
The book is new. The lyrics are ancient.
My moment of surprise today came with the chalk.
Paring down is like waking up.
There are plenty of warning signs.
I never asked my parents why they bought this print.
Here's all that’s left of my favorite plant.