There's rain in the streets. Broken branches and sad-colored leaves on the ground. The snow hasn't quite made it here yet. I've been thinking a lot about cities and rooms. Something in me wants to be kept. At the same time, something resists confinement.
I found a porcelain doll the other day. We used it for Christmas decoration. It made me think of how wonderful I used to find this bric-à-brac when I was little. There was something irresistibly endearing in the shapes and colors. And then I remember how much more useful shapes and colors were when I was little.
Today there's rain in the streets. Broken branches and sad-colored leaves on the ground.