In the early morning before the sun comes up we sit in the dark with a candle and our coffees and ask how the other one slept. Letting the dog out and standing in the fog, hurrying back in beneath… Read More ›
That was the first time I realized that just because you put something in print doesn’t make it any better than it was from the start.
The end of the world or start of a weekend when everyone’s away.
It can be scary for a contractor without the promise of work lined up after you end a gig, like a trapeze artist letting go of one swing and reaching out for the next.
It was hard to live with an eye for detail and not crumble beneath the weight of these corrections.
What little light from this, these broken clouds.
It was like I’d just discovered the scale of life, that there was more of it than I could ever consume.
This is where they’d started their family, when it was their home.