Rodney Sanches
Frosty Fairs
This is a day of dry cold, as the world on the other side of the glass is a frosty fridge. I lost 2 things on the first day of the year. One was brought back into my fold with the expenditure of significant effort and the other continues to float from my grasp. There is a number for me to call. Outside my neighbours have been collecting and packing glass bottles for hours. The bottles are crashing and tolling against each other, tiny bells declaring to all, that they enjoy drink and recycle too.
I have giving my little, collapsing computer a new brain, and am feeling optimistic in a spiky, generalised way about this new slice of duration before me.