Sometimes. When I light an early fire in the studio, the first smoke from damp wood fills the nearby forest with blue light before disappearing.
This morning I caught that.
The blueness , moving freely filled me with a sense of story. Mystery.
And then,I played around with those dyed corners. Again.
So yesterday's nine appeared as today's and nine ended up to have something to do with letting things go.
Nine for That Which Moves Through Me and Keeps Going.