The light casts noble metal over the forest crown and cornices of Outer Berlin. I can see strong weather coming, and birds from the east race this column of rain to land. My best friend Willa puts her paws on the railing, takes the wind with her wet bulb of
Pack up riots and riotous laughter, Bring them to concrete and candle Grind them, and concentrate Choose to engrave a red letter, And flit away, with cool paste, Left on wings of bees Carry gladness like perfume, Carved from sidewalk, Made of breath -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carries me still and is carried,
03:34 GMT+1 Began the journey 04:57 - Walked willa. Began to clean from shabbat. Stopped to tie the old basil flowers into a bouqet for M. Presently rearranging the kitchen. 5:25 - Finished rearranging. Back to cleaning now. The sun is rising in the east, the
Been working on my breads of late. I guess topping a challa with chia seeds is a hipster flex?
The birds beyond the eave wail nails to the morning Each screech makes heads turn, ears perk Me and my hound, we loop the landing, having skipped sleep for an open window, having opened the window to release the heat of ginger tea in company that's new in all the