first day, gorgeous as expected;

a day [still no flow though]

to revisit/rediscover

a seemingly endless supply of past way too much stuff to deal with.

So instead another day, out in the cold taking the measure of sculptures to fit onto trucks

and at the end a muddy walk to the Shattered Juniper

a ways from home…

time

goes by,

each day much the same…each perfect in their way,

making up a week

gone

all too soon…

so back

to where the houses are colder than the world outside.