Tuesday, March 24, 2009

On the mat, blowing and twining.

1. I like being at home during the week and hearing the postman arrive.

2. After almost two weeks of still weather, I can hear the wind waking things up outside.

3. We make a pair of wills. After the advisor has left, we hold each other tightly -- it's a combination of understanding that our joy is transient; and feeling as if the tendrils of our futures are twisting together.

Over the field, the path divides and perished.

1. After the bridge, the hard path cuts across the middle of a grass field spangled with buttercups. 2. The hard path continues left; or the...