- 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