Just settling in.
Feeling like there should be more cloth related stuff here by now, but really...
There Is.
New Velvet after the big rain.
Rock like like a Rumpled Folded Blanket.
And young trees like Needles Threaded.
The clotheslines were here.
I noticed them right off. Right before they told me there was no working washer or dryer.
It was close to 70 degrees here all weekend. January. It won't last. But the windows were open. Breezes blowing through. This helped me feel at home. This is an outside place. What if, ultimately, the studio will just be the outside? Maybe that's how it will be. As nature allows. There was talk about building a little shed out there in the woods. There is a lot of talk. Sometimes it's just enough. Dreams are like blankets. Human Wrapping Cloth.
