Spaces. Transitions.
I notice there are tremendous distances
between some of the kinds of life events
of mine.
I feel the shifting into summer with writing project work
and my mom
flew up to Ashland for the season so it is quiet
Calm. Rest. I napped today
the hard sleep of fighting off a cold and change.
My personal time is mine again
except for projects
due dates presentations
and the like.
The house is still.
The evening light is lovely.
This is a time to play the artist card.
River Brown 
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