A Short Fall ~ Sailing with T | Marginalia
Aeon at rest after a good run. My desk faces two big windows. In the afternoon, the sun slants across the porch and peeks in. There’s a wisteria vine curtain that waves coyly if there’s any wind, and through the gaps are red and yellow maples that join in, shimmering. Further off still are … Continue reading "A Short Fall ~ Sailing with T"