The new beast arrived in the dark like a preview to sunrise. Hungry. Then fed.
I expect returnings.
Cotton from the outdoor pot that just thawed after a cold winter.
Because one day while cleaning the wood stove I put the dye pots outside for a bit. And things happened and it snowed and well, they got lost under it all for a while. Happenings can do that.
All the snow will surely melt today.
I can feel it.
...and so it continued. An old spin with a new sense of warmth.