and then she said...
I can show, now, what I've been working on. Handwarmers. What I call Knitz Mittz. Beginning to feel sense of accomplishment. Getting ready for big 3-day craft show at November's end. They love fingerless mitts -- and no one makes them quite the way I do. Sell out every time.
I observe ravens bathing at the top of the monolithic fountains in the center of the new roundabout as I drive by. Can't stop to take picture. Old Pueblo Indian man once said to me, "you write, you don't need a camera". But how can I show you? Wings flapping. Wet shining black feathers. The frenzy of pure avian ecstasy. It seemed so. And, here, they gather on latilla fences as if to leave -- but stay.
the twilit trees are full of crows