All mornings are magical

1/4/2023 No guarantees (Post too long for email - view @ website or App)

Charmed by the animation from two nights ago and its previously hidden mystery

I knew there was something I had to do when I woke up this morning — since I had planned on flying it was hard to remain grounded

I kept looking up — am I here or above these branches?

What happened to THE CHILDREN when the snow receded? — A very Anthropocene Fairy Tale

I am not paranoid just practical

Despite my belief in keen observations — I did not see this slug — until now — this was ice yesterday

Nice to be here before anyone else

I sincerely apologize for being a specist in the last comment — some habits are evolutionary in their depth

Too often we think of ourselves as angels

when we lack the sublimity of trees

the sophistication of mushrooms

or the depth of a puddle

confusing our sparkling —

plastic surfaces

with the path

leading home

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 1/4/2023