Today's rings are slices. Parts of things that are really not separate even though they seem to be sometimes. I imagine that something still connects them like pieces of a puzzle. I drew this in high school. It is an apple. The new text connects it to the post from yesterday. In a way, it is now a self portrait. A form of self, Sympathetically Evolving to survive the unspoken violence of selfishness and greed.
And now I will go thread a needle.
So the tree and its shadow looked a bit like hands on a clock. And after a night of rain, the snow is gone and spring has suddenly appeared mid-winter. I guess it means it is Time to go outside and get some fresh air. Later.
