when it rains lately, it rains like it has never rained before.
i caught the wind blowing over the rain bucket this morning. it reminds me of that little spinning globe in the sidebar. so much going on yet still contained.
and on closer inspection, a dead bug floating to the surface. still in motion as well...
and so this morning it was a feather and...
...and a sense of continuing.
by the way, thank you to Marcy for including me in her Summer Newsletter.
indigo by Tiggy Rawling (resource page)
