“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


yesterday there was fog and chinese food

it is a month made of lace and loose threads and things long gone, buttons that have rolled under the couch into secret corners, defying your attempts to find clean space.  your hips hurt and your leg also and it is impossible to move that couch and so the buttons stay, leftover pieces from a torn sweater that was never all that warm.  you just liked the color.

it is a weekend with rain as fog.  i have yet to see a raindrop, but the streets stay wet, and the grass, and the trees brush wet leaves against my shoulder as i round the curve to the back yard.  when the fog grows heavy the church steeples disappear into the sky, a perfect unintended architectural moment.


yesterday she wore rainboots and a summer skirt, i wore jeans and flipflops, and despite the sun that today has staked a small claim in the yard across the street, we will no doubt dress much the same. it's hard to argue with a january day that gives you such choices.



  1. I like the way you write. It's unassuming and quiet, just a quiet observer on life. No pretense. And I like the photo...the black and white quietness, like the fog, and just the blue of the boots, which make the main statement.

    1. i'm bad at pretense. i sometimes think my life would have been easier if i'd learned that art. :)

      thank you so much.

  2. liked your comment on Spirit Cloth.
    like what you are doing here........

  3. how did i miss this? i love, love, love the image (i know, i am starting to sound like a broken record!)

    and flips flops.... sigh...



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