So many thoughts about that...
I rolled out of bed this morning. Earlier. We have wood to stack.
I switched on the light and saw what I see most mornings.
This morning the phone camera was handy.
Mom's white cat. Pastels. And me reflected. I miss Mom, there was so much more to say.
With coffee I unrolled some unfinished cloth. Tried to understand what that means. Unfinished.
Maybe just more (or less)to say.
So stacking wood today. Winter is just arriving. It's been warm. But winter isn't finished yet.
