Who knew mud could freeze in a vertical configuration. I think it had to do with the way the water trickled down the hill. I looked at my feet when it began crunching
Today on my walk there were so many tiny miracles everywhere. Every juxtaposition of color, of texture, of light is a beautiful tapestry that is ever changing.
We have all sorts of strange stuff hanging all around. The metal is cold and the wall is cold and the light is cold.