Sometimes Mondays look like getting on the treadmill. Even when one doesn't feel like it. An ongoing series of Monday snapshots and quiet reflections.
Plans are cancelled and new ones made as the white sky releases heavy flakes from its mouth falling faster and heavier than those who told us what's coming really knew. Layers are donned hats, scarves, gloves, boots all that remains a nose, two eyes peeking from within fortification. Bounding down the back steps and into [...]
sitting on the steps leading down or up depending on one's perspective the wind moves through my hair and dances with the birches' yellowing leaves the pup finds me and wiggles between my feet head resting on my left leg we sit close in the wind allow it to ruffle our feathers and stir our [...]