the ghost of a jar stretching off the windowsill. with a tree sprouting from it's innards. i love the way this photo mirrors my muddy state of mind. it's gray, the earliest gray of morning. and my sleep was interrupted all night. i couldn't find a position comfortable enough that i didn't awaken. and i'm pretty sure it's because yesterday i gave in to my fatigue and spent the day lounging with edgar on the couch. refusing to do much of anything. my laziness re-paid me with a sleepless night.
this morning there are warnings of a storm that could swirl into infamy with the potential of it's damage. we don't seem to be in it's direct path, but so many are. little communities like ours. and major cities as well. i hope the warnings have been overstated and the destruction is minimal.
i'll get the kettle boiling now. clear my mind with some steaming tea. and head off into this morning, immersed in fabric.
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