come sharp this day
with wind and promised grey weather
coffee fire pondering ....
time moves slowly -- hollow pressed against the fabric of convention & pause
what does that mean, slowly?
is it empty? waiting?
is it full? yet missing?
time -- not felt but it is there
like love
like peace & contentment
like this November sharpness so distinct yet invisible
Ah, there it is!
trapped inside the cardinal perched just outside the window
wind and promised grey weather
