first Sunday in March

 

 

 

 

It’s in the light sifting through your bedroom window
It’s in the street when the whole world is pitched and slow
It’s in the basement, where you left it
It’s in the ground
It’s in your head

 

~ Neil Hilborn
“I don’t know what it is, but I do know where to find it”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a certain light

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

there’s a different feel to November

now that the days are shorter

and the leaves are on the ground

 

 

 

 

rare moments of clarity

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 that day by the lake

 quietly absorbing the color and light

 

 

 

 

 

waking

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

how small the day is
the time of colors
the rush of brightness

~ W. S. Merwin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

threshold

 

 

 

 

 

“Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That’s where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go.”

~ Rebecca Solnit