March 2, 2024

Rain cleared into magnetic blue. I sat on the porch and read a chapbook somebody sent me. It was quite good, and got me in a Muse-friendly mood. Wrote about my purple anemones. Discovered what I was writing about on the last line. Drove to the river at Woodfin and sat to listen to the frogs. Repeatingly prayed the Jesus Prayer in the immaculate, sinking golden light. A dog named Alex let me pet him before he dived into the river after a ball his owner had thrown.