February 22, 2026
Edna St. Vincent Millay’s birthday.
Lonely fragments of snow fell from time to time during the day. You wonder what goes through the mind of a solitary snowflake. At last look out the windows, heading for the study where the one window shows only light, the snow gathered, beginning to squall and fill the sky in a great slant from the north.
My poor fish drift exposed in the pond, a glaring, heron-attracting orange until the lilies cover them again.
Voted early in the primaries. Realized that they gave me the right ballot without asking my party. Maybe they knew me, or can tell a Democrat from a Republican by his walk. Maybe there are no Republicans in North Asheville.
One of the 103 year old front window-doors burst open. Torrent of cold. Managed to nail it shut until such time as it can be replaced.
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