The first flakes on the lantern. Morning's blue light signals, yes, it's coming.
I had the hardest time taking a clear picture this morning. And while I was trying, the fire went out.
Maybe it's the low light. Or maybe, like this ragged sun, I'm worn out by the season's uncertainty. I'm not mending the patch. I'm working around it. Maybe with it. There is some thing to be said for seeing through things.
The first flakes on the lantern. Morning's blue light signals, yes, it's coming.
I had the hardest time taking a clear picture this morning. And while I was trying, the fire went out.
Maybe it's the low light. Or maybe, like this ragged sun, I'm worn out by the season's uncertainty. I'm not mending the patch. I'm working around it. Maybe with it. There is some thing to be said for seeing through things.
