Yesterday was filled up with snow and I didn’t like it much. The wind and the enforced indoor day made me feel trapped. And when I did go out, shoveling snow was exhausting since it was so icy and heavy.
I needed to escape. I remembered the magnetic word poetry thing and I went back into that world. Once I started I couldn’t stop. Now, I could string out the reveal of what I produced, but I’m just going to put them all in this one place. They are each quite short.
In any case, they pulled me back into a better frame of mind. Isn’t that enough?