(glimpses) - a little yarn

between these days....where seasons change and are somehow unknown....

with winter-filled autumn days of snow and falling leaves.... and autumn/spring-like winter days, when even snowflakes question whether they should themselves be little raindrops or freezing rain....

 inside we are beyond all these undecided seasons and weather ....

 


with a few balls of yarn, there are many stories waiting to be told ... between days spent sick in bed and both sleepy  and sleepless nights ...




























from these squares and blocks have begun... little repetitions and clusters newly learned .. .while I wonder listening to falling winter rains,  what the fisherman's wife was dreaming while mending his nets late into the fire lit winter long evenings ...
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