middle

right here in the middle of where I need to be
and what seems to be a land mass shifting around me...

Such pause given in return for a gift.
and this one week after joy and smiles at the prospect.
While I have freedom and joy
something is sinking
but is it a feeling or a settling?

This will be seen soon as we find out if the fast was as fussed as he made it.

speaking of fast:
This other, so slow, must end!  And I am out of the way in minutes.
(It's my skill) and oh so joyous to have a corner whole where I can begin to build a better bag.

(and it seems the tools will be left with me as I have been stuck out.)



(I love the cold)