February Considerations

Musings on the second month of 2025

Words come to me like dreams, fragments of surreality at the edge of my vision. They float in and out, picking up some unremembered thread of thought, guiding me to something just at the edge of consciousness. The words mean nothing. They lead nowhere. But they sound beautiful, and that brings some comfort.

…milk teeth lost in tall grass, childhood thrown back to the earth…

…spider silk eyes ready to ensnare anything that looks too closely…

…castles in wood grain like women in yellow wallpaper…

…the creeping feeling grows into a clawing, inevitable knowing, and the foretold arrives…