The horizon is grey-blue today.
It is the suggestion of a new life, I think, drifting slowly this way.
The future is getting less and less hazy and more and more frightening.
But it is a good kind of frightening. I am afraid of the power of potential energy. And I am excited about the same.
Web work is looking up.
Last night, I helped Sonoko put together an online photo album. I won't tell you where, because it is hers alone to share. But I am telling you because it was fun to design.
Tonight, I am cooking spaghetti with a sauce made from nothing but fresh vegetables, olive oil, basil, pepper, and feta cheese.
Tomorrow, a dear friend arrives from Kansas, Kentucky, Spokane, and England.
The end of that list will be stretched and "Oregon" will be scribbled in. And for the first time in over two years, we will be living in the same city.
Hopes shift.
Work is completed.
Paths cross.
The horizon stretches and yawns.
