inside outside


It’s a very still Fall morning.  We’re packed and headed out for a two hour drive northwest into a weekend of cold and snow, I’m told.  I’m hoping the colours on the ridges and hills haven’t faded.  As I write this, I watch a brown-breasted nuthatch feeding frantically, the colours of its breast feathers glowing in the sunlight.  Inside the room, the little hibiscus is flowering.

Inside and outside.

Seasons can be so arbitrary.


Thank you for practising,


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