A thousand little lines.
Spring equinox has come and gone.
The weather here has been undecided. By here, I mean Dilworth. I’ve been in Dilworth some weeks and started this draft a while back. The weather is still undecided well into April.
It was so warm my first week here I picked up some summer socks on a short trip back up to the north woods where most of my stuff still lives.
The Dilworth dogs barked, the kids played, parents got their motorcycles running. And then it snowed.
The wind, as it is here in the flatlands, has been nasty, there’s a thin layer of snow on the ground this morning (March), and I’ve been wearing two pants to walk Copper.
I love it. Or, while my eyes are watering and it’s still only 26 degrees F in April, the wind whipping me in the face as I walk Copper earlier than I once, not that long ago, regularly got out of bed, I remember that soon enough I’ll be walking him with sweat so thick down my back it’ll feel as if I’ve just taken a shower, but I won’t smell like I have, the wind will still be battering my face, and we’ll both be so hot we’ll likely pass out on the sidewalk to be eaten by lingering crows who will drop twenty dollar bills in my grandma’s yard in return for the tasty treat.
(Seriously leave presents for your crows, they’ll return the gifts.)
Perspective is all I’m aiming for. But I did spot green on some hedges a few days ago. I have no idea what I’m doing or where I’m going; I am here now, getting on as ever, in desperate need of a digital detox and a personal assistant. So many tidbits that need updating and paperwork to fill out.
I’ve been doing and sharing more marks than I have been writing, so I’m just going to leave these here for you. I’m also nearly there with a webpage that brings all the pieces I’ve been growing together in a sweet little minimalist package.
How have you been?
