The trees are bare, the evergreens shed their needles. I rake them into a circle around the tree trunks. Neighborhood dogs come and make little nests there, and they lay in the sun and warm themselves.
Winter time. The light is not right here. It looks like spring. My inner universe clock is confused. Where is the grey rain and the cold damp? The crystal rain drops dripping from wet black branches?
Downtown Seattle view from Elliot Bay
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