A few minutes a day, usually in the morning, in that space of time between others leaving and my needing to...
beside the hundred plus year old window, with it's wavy glass view, using the light that comes through it...
with a cup of tea...
the day's square is stitched.
Whatever else the day may bring, or not, there is comfort in knowing that these few minutes were spent.
I really love this cloth, the softness, the lightness, the thin threads of color, all that it holds.
