Friday, December 29, 2023

 

First to rise just after dawn, I wander through rooms in a part of town most people wouldn't volunteer to live in. Bitter cold again - the coming new year is a big question mark - not entirely lamentable, it just is.
 
Motes of dust float across the length of the room, suspended in wan light through frost on the windows - they rise on unseen currents, and then, simply disappear. 
 

rinsing out
yesterday's cup --
winter solstice