It’s the day after Christmas, radiance still vibrates the air. The world awakes.
I hear the ocean but can’t yet see it, walk around, the world cleansed by wind and rain, all quiet now.
I learn that David Sedaris advised: “Write every day and read everything you can get your hands on. Write every day with a pen that’s shaped like a candy cane.” I love that, and consider living with entry shaped like a candy cane, so rising up with a curve and slipping down like a question mark, always observing and receiving new.