Sinking

I want to live in this room

I want to make tea in this kitchen

And I want to sleep in this bed until spring.

Sinking. I am sinking and February, the curelest month, has not yet begun. T. S. Eliott was wrong.* Thank you February for being the shortest month.

*T. L. Eliot "The Waste Land

photos from Indian Summer...lovely...never cease to excite me with the colours