[100 days of 100 words] 40/100
Mar. 21st, 2008 04:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitchen_kinkThe muse may be back, with the weather. Things look sharper again: colors jump, faces seem beautiful. Love sits quietly in my chest, beating a slow rhythm of contentment and gratitude. And my eyes open to words.
My last entry, I wrote for another reason, but when I checked, saw that it came to 200 words, exactly. A small thing, but makes me marvel that I should know such razor-sharp fate, such tiny, mad blessings. At the tipping point of the seasons, grace descends, its fingers, surprisingly strong, forcing open the windows.
I feel light again. I feel light again.
My last entry, I wrote for another reason, but when I checked, saw that it came to 200 words, exactly. A small thing, but makes me marvel that I should know such razor-sharp fate, such tiny, mad blessings. At the tipping point of the seasons, grace descends, its fingers, surprisingly strong, forcing open the windows.
I feel light again. I feel light again.
