How the mind wanders
How one thought becomes another...
Today’s heart.
And I look and I see Red, White and Blue. And Green. Seemed a flag somehow. On the edge, a change of season.
And then the sun came out. Freedom is such a thin cloth I thought.
The sun came out, but ice lingers.
“Ice contains no future, just the past, sealed away.” -Haruki Murakami
Though I wonder what future can be found in its melting drops? What happens when that past is released into the present? The future?
Hi Jude-I hope you’re doing okay as you’ve had a lot of change in a small period of time. Glad you’ve had some sunshine-I always find it cheering in the heart of winter x