Look he seemed to say...
The big cold wind erased all traces of Autumn.
Everything seems to rest comfortably...
...In this cloth I call The Nest of Days. It is a basket.
With thoughts (often questions) now, of revisiting Magic Diaries , here, openly (one of my older online making series), I am somehow revisiting an older self. Wondering if I can, will it make me feel sad? Will it make me feel a longing for simpler times? Or is it the same and only a mindset? A frame of mind.
It is really cold outside. Really and metaphorically speaking. But some Inner Warmth remains and I am reassured. Like leaves, some things just need to fall away.
