Days go by. Years. Sometimes memory is a gentle snow. Sometimes memory is a maelstrom.
Holidays tend to bring on these sorts of storms.
They rage and swirl behind the candles and dinners and smiles.
They rage and swirl behind the candles and dinners and smiles.Behind our eyes.
They bring depth and understanding, the weight of our pasts anchoring the present, allowing the lights of today
to shine more brightly.
Yes. You were right. I needed winter, so I made some.
5 comments:
It's like Marley's Ghost and the Ghost of Christmas Future merged in the Poppet Pocket Universe and came out True.
My thoughts exactly.
Oh man, seriously, remember summer? Hell with that.
Beautiful work recently - great twists and turns, variations on a theme.
I'd send you some cold and snow as we have excess right now (-6F last night, six inches on the ground), but I doubt it would survive the trip...
Alia says hi, and we're thinking about another video for you...
While winter rages, or in our case here in Palm Springs bubbles along contentedly, we're building the future. Just wait till you see what's to come!
I did have to make one concession to the season... Last night I had to put on my leather jacket to go out and about. Still wore shorts and flip flops! But yeah, Brrr! Not!
Bent.
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