windthread

all day,  it changed,  nothing to SEE,  but to feel and then the quality of Light

for the First time Ever,  the nuance of this piece of cloth was photographed by the camera AS IT IS.

it just hangs on the Wall.   Is always There.   Today,  oh,  today.

so….coming home from Work away,  i looked and felt the Impendingness.

not at anything in particular,  just whatever

stitched some more.  There is a Fierceness to the drawing that i haven't captured yet here.  I need to find a way.  So i looked and looked at the drawing….how IS IT? that there is a fierceness there????  How and Which lines Give that?????

And Just as Goats were beginning their Evening Grass Hay,  it 

came

the Storm.  HUGE raindrops,  the size it seemed of ping pong balls,  that sense that at any moment it could become Hail.  The Goats ran and hid.  Tay went into her "crate house",  Chinche quivered.  Tazmeena dug deeper into the comforter on the bed.  Birds became quiet.   STORM.  and i sat,  through it,  following the breath,  letting hail thoughts just go.  Breathing.  

Good Practice.

According to Accuweather,  there is 103 minutes of Storm left.  So…back Off the computer…Lightning.