A winter storm watch they say. Maybe I will continue with this eye of the storm
cloth. A place to hide, anticipate and record with thread and needle.
This one has been through many a storm. A tran-seasonal storm cloth.
It is all one storm anyway. Life is just weathering it. I guess
life's storm has many eyes. And many eyes are always useful. Bring it on.
This one is made from such fragile old cloth. A big wind might just blow it away. Be on the lookout for scraps falling from the sky. We can all meet up somewhere and sew them back together. And then let it happen agin. Gotta love it.