Small Stone #27:
I drag myself out into the early morning brightness, convinced I will overcome the feeling of low-grade illness. Layers of clouds suspended over layers of mountainside. Shades of gray float over shades of brown. Back home the patches of blue disappear as the sheets of gray are pulled up tight under the sun's chin, inspiring me to pull up my own blanket and nap on the couch.
January 27, 2013