Another month ticked off the list.
It went as a month without a whimper, February. Hell, it dusted with snow and ended with day lilies in the yard. And yet, here we are.
And, as a send off, it was good. I got to ride my bike in the full moon. And have conversations that reveal. And plan a time that will shape the next avenue I travel.
Perhaps it was the moon dust, perhaps was the company of sweet faces, perhaps it is a grand plan, but tonight was fun in surprising ways.
I am bereft of the correct words....
February 28, Sunday: pen, sharpie on drawing, 14"x17"
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