Mindful Writing 2014 – 31

It’s a quarter after four on the last day of the month, the first day of the lunar new year. A day that is fading.

Snow whirligigs down like crystalized starlight, bright against the darkening forest behind my house. From the kitchen window I consider how many doors I have to go through to reach the sky.

Perhaps too many.

Perhaps enough to teach me how to fly.

leaning into
the light
I line up the corners
to fold
another paper crane

 

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Mindful Writing 2014 – 31