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
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2 comments:
moody, and a great read... love your work, William
I love the photo, for that, Williams :)
wishes,
devika
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