Why is it that the smallest hurts take longer to heal as we age?
I did some lefting for a few hours here and there. My thumb is better. But placing and drawing needle and thread with your non-dominant hand does things to the brain. Found myself on some unexpected and revelatory thought trains. A mini acid trip. Spring (mental) cleaning.
I remain a NYer at heart not trusting March for much. Here, I may still have a jump on some gardening. I have weeds and seeds and hope.
(I forgot about the music. That's some sexy shit, eh? "Night Lights" by Gerry Mulligan, 1961)
1 comment:
this cloth is like a dirty threads sampler ... all the colors and combos
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