Wednesday, January 23, 2013

More or less.

I blinked.
The holiday was over.
So much for a January spent painting and sewing.

Silly season: not many moments for oneself, or to share with another. This moment twinkles: last Sunday over breakfast, watching the rock pigeons gleaning the lawn. One of them keeled over and stretched out a wing, as far as it could go. He lay there, lazily sunning the tender pink inside, the tiny white feathers.
Vlerke bak. I miss that.

1 comment:

D said...

Mmm, I know that feeling. So little free time, so much to do. I'm increasingly feeling lately like life is too short to waste on working.