Vessel Log: 2009 01 23

: Spring covers the mountains and the flat fields, motherly and protective. Rising ghosts of snow that never had the chance to glacierize. Took the haiku and ran with it.

In the morning all
is gray. It’s hard to pick clothes
before colors rise.

Have my own house party. Glasses of wine. Rekindle my relationship with LOST and know that on its conclusion I’ll be packing to leave myself.