i walk back to work from zen practice. pellets of snow like styrofoam drop on my head and roll under my feet. my breath bounces off them in white pillows, split upon contact into feathers and fall into oblivion.

it’s the time of year when i am volunteering at one of the local public radio stations (we have 3), working for the ski resort, and finishing up house projects (the soffit and fascia are DONE! You are all free to visit now, no work will be thrust upon you).

as i sat at the resort job fair last weekend, waiting to interview people, i managed to start a beanie, and have since finished 3. How did i not know these things knit up so fast? In any case, I hope to sell these as part of our fundraisers for the MS ride over the winter.

perhaps not this bright in real life