Monday morning
Seagull after seagull flying north.
I stopped counting after 20 or so.
The colors are accurate.
Parting at Morning
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun looked over the mountain rim:
And straight was a path of gold for him,
And the need of a world of men for me.
Robert Browning
From last week:
My sense of time is very off right now.
No consistent patterns for my days, no measure of time the same. Is it ever really?
Thinking about structure and time passing.
About "true" as a pattern making term, making something the same length, making sure your pattern pieces match up...