am wishing for snow; just for a few moments. i would certainly be grateful.
making a new egg, since this one was tossed. well at least heave-hoed grunted into a vermont dumpster. kind of wish i’d found room for it and brought it home and polished it up. instead i am making a new egg. it will be different. i couldn’t make the same thing twice if i wanted to…just can’t.