Sunday, January 25, 2009

snow, Mozart,yarn

*Writing at my desk early, I realize that light is filtering through the pink sheet I have pushpinned across the window. When I remove the sheet I see snow floating down diagonally from the sky. "How silently the wondrous gift is given."

*Mozart while writing.

*My yarn order has come in. Anticipation waiting through the weekend for the store to open.

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