Tagged With: Hazel’s fridge
This morning’s texture
December 18, 2012
The rain on our tin roof keeps me dreaming past the appointed 6 am, then 7am, and even the waking realization of this isn’t jarring. Now coffee’d and downstairs beside the fire, I gaze out the window where the cat uncurls into a stretch. It really should be snow, but the effect is the same: […]
Read More