Sunday, January 29, 2017
Waking to waves and to the morning silhouettes of trees...
....in this space between sleep and day.
Fragments of dreams: roads, destinations, tiny passages. folding into myself to make it through.
A note for the day: remember to unfold again later.
Not difficult to read this image after the frost, and after my long illness.
Opening the door, i smile twice: once for the island morning, and twice for spotting the sunshine cat in her hidden spot up on the roof.