Nomad

I found out today that I have to move yet again. The nomadic life finds me through time and space. I wonder what kind of nomad I was in past lives.

Violin

She practices violin

Sounds not quite sing songy

Cats are ambivalent of notes

Pacing like the bow 

Scotland

This is not Braveheart’s Scotland

It is the misty filed that she and I walk

Hand in hand on cold winter mornings

The only heat being between our palms 

February 15, 2017