I was hoping to live through the season, but it's been a tough year from the start; still if I must die, I'm going to try to make my demise look like art.
It could be Vermont in a blizzard, or a painter's delight, which it ain't; or the remnants, at night, of a children's snow fight, but it isn't - it's just peeling paint.
I get a message each morning, when I see the signs from the sky: The streaks say "keep going,, the way that you're going. don't slip down or aim up too high"
What fun to make miniature houses, when you live in a house all alone; you can make stories of passion and glories, and pretend they are all of your own. (art by J Bonelli)