Today I quietly rocked myself in cloth.
The moon is from a dip in indigo a couple of weeks ago. I've lost track of where the silky green sea came from? (Things get jumbled, I'm sorry.) A barn in Idaho once housed that old purple gingham. The rose fabric is an old favorite, and the tulle sail twirled in a ball room more than a hundred years ago. I hope it holds happy memories of floating across the dance floor.
"Gently Twilighting"
