Minutes to Velvet
These moments are a slow pulse. (Pre-echoed: I’ve poured myself a glass of wine to smooth the minutes to velvet.) Closer: image diving on Flickr and wondering at the beauty. Now: writing this to night sounds…and very little else.
The weekend unfurled — then drifted away. I finished Steven Gould’s novel, Reflex today. It was very well done and entertaining. Later, I cooked-up some rice, veggies and tofu. Then warmed with the evening…
Now it is inky again. Quiet.
And I am unwinding.