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.
I line up the corners
another paper crane
February is NaHaiWriMo. Are you in? If not, here’s some reasons to consider joining.