Mists of morning...

For a time I lived by water, swayed by its moods, conversing with its murmurings, lulled to sleep by its waves. My conscious and unconscious evolution was a reason to land there and linger for some years before circumstance effected change. Though rustic and primitive, my cabin and its windows on the water had much to teach; I took each lesson to heart and the result was transformation.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Bounty (aros)

Bounty. Just as the holiday cupboard thinned, four mesh bags of oranges and four of apples (red and green) arrived, tempting in color, hinting of succulent juices in every bite. And small breads. Cherry and apple pies. Leftovers from Christmas...slices of meat pie, ham, turkey in bits and pieces, ready to satisfy.
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