I guess I try to write such sketches in order to behold and hold a sense of the Great Goal, ...that which quietly 'visits' us, where we open- where we allow it,... ...all the way from the future Resolution.

...yes.

'...there was a public house on the way evidently, the local congregation used its basement. We stayed there. Twice, the bartender fed us the preceding night's scraps In the morning of the third day, an odd silence hovered above: rising…

What if the snow and its wonder involved an environmental 'imutation' or - at least - a beautiful metaphor for the great, gentle, quiet, thorough meeting... ...of the greatest, silent need.

Hush; you might desire one thing: dwell in he who is Love; consider this, his beauty.

'...whys and wonders -AND wordless prayer for Heather J., Jim L., David Garcia, Jerry W., Dr. Choi, M. Sparks, John Fitch II, and dear Zea, among many others.

Think about it both ways: A kind noting of limitation- A grateful noting, on the part of limited one, of kindness

Dedicated with love and concrete concern to our dear 'north east' Japanese friends (deceased and bereaved)...and to the very best on their road back to ?? a new normalcy. +

~Decrepit shadow of a piano in the shadows of former visitors~ I've played in such a cafe, a long time ago, for a meal/drink, thru the night. Surreal it was; second life. Yeah ...

~Decrepit shadow of a piano in the shadows of former visitors~ I've played in such a cafe, a long time ago, for a meal/drink, thru the night. Surreal it was; second life. Yeah ...