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