- Tonight it's all broken.
- The rain I didn't expect.
- The chiminea left exposed.
- Finding he'd left his glasses last night on the porch by the fire.
- They go off together and I have the house to myself for 4 sunny hours.
- I play at moving across thresholds as a dancer.
- Lighting a fire on the porch to chase the chill. The crackle of spiderwebs.
- Remembering the sweet simplicity of moving energy. The laying on of hands.
- He drops the news of his despair into my safekeeping just before he leaves.
- A minimum of check-in: "Safe"
Telling: Streams & Logs