Shadows looking like bruises—shimmering in the ice cold winter sun.
Wrapping our bodies and all structures in shafts of non-light creates shifting realities.
“Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem. The whitened air conceals all earthly space, and leaves to memory the space to fill.”–William Hamilton Gibson
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 
The long shadows…they do look like bruises on the land.
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I love shadows.
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Java Bean: “Ayyy, everything bruises more easily when it’s cold, sí?”
Lulu: “Our Dada really likes some books by somebody named William Gibson, like Neuromancer, but apparently that is not the same person as William Hamilton Gibson. He checked.”
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Thanks for the book ideas
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