Tuesday, March 1, 2016


In the midst of so much change, so much fear, so many frightening possibilities there is comfort in the small things.  Commercials which haven't changed in tone since I was ten years old.  Comfortable lounges on couches.  The warmth of a nearby dog, snuggling up close and seeking the same comfort as me.   The quiet but constant ticking of a nearby clock.

Small, simple materials.  Quiet, inconsequential consistencies.  These are the buoys that keep one afloat in the chaos of the storm.

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