notes from the last

moving
packing
you find so many thoughts.

not sure when or where this was, but i liked it as a memory re-read:

things on vacation.

the cold was severe, but, like the storm, over in 2 days.

today i put only dark chocolate and peanut butter in my mouth.

i decided to write more. with my fingers, hands.

i saw a movie, in the third row with a crick in my neck. it was lovely, despite its cache.

i walked for hours in streets that were numbered, i skipped over puddles, talked only to my lens.

threw away those papers from '04, read Dickens, wore the same knit cap to bed for three days.

no earth shook, but--

thank you for shoulder blades, buildings, sneakers, bright strokes.