Sometimes the TimeLines we impose on ourselves, our world, don't seem to sync with what is really happening. But today, with the shift, it seems just about right. As if IT IS suddenly autumn. As if Summer packed her bags. A fire felt right. An odd sense of a shift in color, though not dramatic, has taken hold. The greens have dulled. More light is streaming in the windows. As if the leaves, not yet fallen, have pulled inward on themselves. Preparing for a journey. As am I. It is simply a beautiful, breezy, crisp fall day.
During the summer. In August actually. The Man replaced some of the old windows. I hated to see them go, but the energy loss was sinful. I kept them. I want to patch them into the interior walls. So we might see through what we cannot now. Right now these old frames offer endless visions, piled one on another leaning on the back of the house. Today they seemed like an old mirror. The kind you look into and cannot quite figure out what it is that you are seeing.
Today,I will be opening a new window here, into my creative process.
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