April 2nd 2015
Yesterday was milder. A coolness on the wind. But the sun was warm and kind.
The quiet room was freed from the clutter that accumulated over the last cold days of the season.
Lighter. Scrubbed, dusted. The old fashioned way. No noisy vacuum. It took all day.
The cloth was left outside to breathe in the open air. Alone. Two hawks circled. It was that kind of day. Clear. Small wind. Everything seemed to have enough space to be.
For a small time, I sat with a few simple gifts. To understand them. What they are.
There was a small fire to warm the house for sleeping.
Today the cloth will be spread out here.