Everything will change. That's what I was calling it. I lost track of it in the middle of everything changing.
Mom used to call me on the morning after daylight savings time. She would say. You know it's really an hour earlier. Or later. Depending on the time of year. We would laugh. I miss that. I kept thinking of her today.
This cloth was hanging out in a cold room and I brought it into this one room we are heating for the winter. To look at it.