I go about pitying
While I am carried by the wind
Across the sky.
Lyrics: Dream Song of Thunders, Frances Densmore
Image: Radu Volnea
Doing? One of my absolute favorite times is now. The house is warm and cozy inside. Outside, the wind is moaning as it clings to the sides of the house unwilling to move on. Inside I snuggle deep in my chair and doze.
This is when my imagination creates for me – worlds, people, fantasies, stories…