Meterological Schizophrenia.

I’m not sure there’s a cure. Two shoots canceled this week due to lousy weather, but I’m an optimist! Find color and light where you can! Smile even though it’s SNOWING!

You believe me, don’t you?

Color:

Light:

Little Match Box

And if there were two moons,
who would sleep when one
passed before the other
and took it in
on its dark side? Wouldn’t
some extra light ray out
around the sustaining one?
Wouldn’t you sense
the two in one, even if you’d
never seen them parted?

Sometimes a glory
is just that—a guessing-into
the seen, noticing
the fringe of presence
when it comes, trying to match
its fervency by something
as tangible, something
only you are equal to.

— Tess Gallagher