a furey

in the mirror...

and a strange mirror it' been these last days of neither here nor there, newfound differences between the pauses and the raging wall of being choreographed into routine...and it's cold...a time to tidy and think, to renew gathering voices into song spoken or sung, to ponder, to dream and anticipate the new atlas...but the horizon is shrouded in rain and the streets quiet and lacking colour...it's going to take a few days i think...