There is a ring of space on this cloth I still call Home. Where the little winged things will gather. Keepers of The Going. Carried by the wind. Today I have begun to detail the first one. Appropriate really since travel plans have been set and soon enough new wings will be tested. We are just going. I have decided to bring this cloth along. Add to it on the move.
So here we go. A few loose ends to tie up, a little packing. As little as possible. I am considering leaving the shop closed for now, having no idea about technology afar and how that might work for me. Or when I might return.
I am giving these little beasts fleshy faces. They shall evolve.
( I plan to continue with Diaries through the end of year, with a few gaps, but I will be talking about that over there, in the coming days)
From way back, uncovered in some old drawings this morning, The ring of vision as a vessel. Now sits Somewhere. Quiet. (continued fromhere) Carrying the impression of a summer moon's magic, because I thought it might. An old symbol in my head, but new to cloth. But remembering this. And this . Fixed on developing it further. A keeper.