here the scraps of Mother Night are most clearly seen
here, the Threads of a Winter Sun. Neither is how it is to the naked eye. Naked Eye can see both, easily. Camera can not. And it struck me today, looking, how really, well, Beauty Full this picture is and it surprised me. For someone who has had so many feelings about Winter, what this Cloth has become is really BeautyFull….limited by Time, but Beauty Full. And i am letting self feel that.
Cloth teaches.
This will be January, most likely. The pic at around noon. The rest of the day, just More. It never stopped. It's dark now and it never stopped. They had to run, against their own natures OUT into it to eat this evening. This is so hard for me and why i wasn't "made" to be a Goatherd. SO many feelings about them and for them, hard. They are so unsure of Everything. I can't make it different.
the snow blew from the East for whatever reason and tho i had done what i thought i could, still, Gideon and Flash's space had snow except for the imprints of their bodies. Travis just called, just now, is back from Oklahoma and he and Rebecca and young Zarek will come tomorrow and we will do Something to correct this. We will do something. I Ache for them, Out there. I know it isn't necessary, but i do. I can't change that about myself. or…..can I?
an index card hung on fishing line over the kitchen sink…says ……Drip
to help me remember to let the water drip for the night….it will be in single digit temp, the pipes freeze. Drip keeps us OK.
WINTER has been a challenge for humankind since forever. No different today. There are casualties. and i realize that i wanted to think in terms of Fiction, because if my life were Fiction, there very well might be casualties….they would be just part of the Story. hmmmm. interesting.
windthread 
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