We are on a warming trend and snow will be gone in tomorrow’s 16c weather. Snow and I had a good run. For today, the roofs outside my office are still white, still restful to see, still cool, but the fog is rolling in. The poor world shuffles on. In the thinking about letters and words and sentences there is some comfort. I keep a tight focus in my house and today it’s on making some good food and saying a grace of thanks for a small peace, barely earned, but attended to with care. The photo is old, of my dad and me and I love it. From the days when you stood still and uncertain in your own backyard. Crested blazer, plaid skirt, white socks. Always with the outfits.