This first day of the new year has been beautiful, so beautiful. A cold wind brought rain. I opened my door to it and sat drinking tea, listening quietly for all the poetry of the far away wild.
The old year went swiftly out my door last night, looking like a ghost goddess, trailing white dreams, white memories; blurring fast into the midnight. She left behind a pile of aches and murmurings I wanted to sit amongst, sorting them into silence, but the front door was opening, so I left them for the while. I went to be with the future.
And the future brought me the rain that I love.
ps, I have a new url ... this weblog redirects automatically, but I haven't figured out how to redirect every post yet. So in the meanwhile, here is the address. This old diary will remain online, however all the posts and pages are also at the new space.