Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Dear Jan

I bet it's more crazy here than wherever you are. I tried to stop breathing the other day but it was a dismal fail. Life don't like to give up - somewhere up ahead it will just drop me off, maybe you will be waiting for me there.

Snow and ice on the roads tonight - took it easy coming home from work. Winter is raising its head out of the grass that is dead above its roots. Grass that stood tall & thick into the wind at the end of June.

Time was ain't now, child.

Wherever you are I pray you are not cold.

I'm not cold right now, even though I fear it,
right now I'm warm and fretting that you might be cold.
Don't try to hold your life away,
breathe, breathe.

no worries - furnace is fixed