"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Thursday, February 13, 2014
the bright, metallic ping of yesterday's ice is gone.
in its place, the subtle, quiet hiss
as snowflakes drift past my ears.