Moving quietly into December,
it is a cloud covered velvety gray and tan day.
Watching the gentle waves of lake water rock the rusty reed-wrapped shoreline,
yes - this is my current internal and external palette...
comforting and suitable for dreaming my way into prairie stories.
This is both an old and a new direction,
a familiar path with unexpected surprises to unearth.
The rust prints from the farm truck plates are having a conversation
with the buckskin jacket from my Nebraska childhood.
A suitable beginning.
Meanwhile my shopeb has some new tea, rust and indigo books listed:
the face of space,
and prairie stories.