here | there
Seattle reaches up from between mountain and sea. Two Dot stretches out on a long horizon between sky and field. My year is split between the two; here becoming there becoming here becoming there again. These pages explore both locations from my current vantage point.
2019 holds a sabbatical from teaching. It is a gift, an extended semi-colon between before and after, with time enough to tolerate the lines I have drawn to blur.
August arrived with wind, air rushing past and through and around. It has unsettled the dreams of the household and inspired unexpected projects: gutting the old kitchen, flying flags in 40 mph gusts, hanging upside down on the jungle gym in fancy dress, and befriending stray cats. I have seen birds lose traction and fly backwards and I have wondered if I was doing the same, but I don’t think this turbulence is directional.