writing on the sky, delighting in snow, writing on stone

The sky is rice paper right now. To write on it, I need only an embrace of birds, four and twenty, up they go. And then the moon for a seal.

Here is an image from a card sartorias sent me today. Joyful face!



Pure delight . . .



The local free paper had a story from its fifteen-years-ago file in this week's issue, a ghost story. Since the paper is free, I think they won't mind if I reprint it its entirety.


Mr. DiNuovo's self-contradictory way of speaking made me laugh, but all the same, what a grea...