We are all looking forward to more space.
The last few days were lovely, but a new freeze is moving in.
Well, I cut a circle (in my mind, a basket) from one of the old discarded garments I have here. And I considered how form might be temporary. Or even cyclical.
And I like that idea. A form with a way through and back. Because it is a kind of way to rock one's perception. A way for it to hold more or less of itself. A way it might become Undone without worry.