Settling into a place. It always sounds like a passive item; but it’s actually a geologic process. Slow and steady. After a bit, the jagged peaks smooth out into steady waves.
Had my first steady wave today. Good bout of writing while seated at the small table in the kitchen. Outside the faceted bay window, I saw snow settle onto the ground for the first time this season. Ravens, big as my cats, walked up and down the street picking for anything of interest. Got a good chunk of words on the page while the snow fell and the ravens cawed.
Hopefully it’s a good sign.
Biomechanoid Blues 