Night Music . repetition, exploration melody familiar embellished anew . Pachelbel: Variations, Canon . .
Sometimes it’s the luck of the draw. Well, *I* think he’s lucky, anyway. 😉
Dear Da, My Love, To Whom It Hello, Stranger. For that is, in fact, who you have become. Of your own accord. Communications between us once flowed like glacial… Read more »
We may shine, we may shatter We may be picking up the pieces here on after We are fragile, we are human We are shaped by the light we let… Read more »
We play Draw, colorful double-six markers lined up and T-split over the white tablecloth. “Domino!” I call, and he adds his points. “Domino!” again. And again. And again. I am… Read more »