from whatever perspective offers itself.

Work days in a literal black box, desk facing the wall – I have to remember to take the time to seek out a window.

A reflection of the setting sun, early afternoon.

Somewhere in the world it’s Thanksgiving, with all its ambivalence.

A walk this morning while my hamstring mends. I was unsettled, but it took me a few minutes to understand why:

Missing the birds. Not a magpie, not a crow, not a sparrow this morning.

Finally, the ducks who dare to over-winter here, along the edges of the water. Quiet.

Too quiet.

Leonard shakes off the tension and his harness clinks.