This morning the sea breeze arrived as a thin blanket.
A soft spring mist.
Mist fills spaces with mystery.
I get lost in imagining. Mist is a kind of mending.
Sometimes a relief. Covering the same old view and making it new.
Sometimes just making it easier to hide.
I am adding a few more patches to Home today. The last ones. They are pockets. Pockets are useful for many things. That is why I like them.
I'm a bit weary today.
I am going to shrink myself down. Really small. And take a nap in there.