January 2, 2008
I have patio furniture on my balcony. This week, the chairs have cushions of snow in them. Actually, the cushions are too large, filling the chairs up past the arms and up to the top of the back. I consider my image. Maybe a pile of laundry or of newspapers would be a better description. No, I still have this feeling that it is a soft cushion that I would sink down into if I sat in one of them, that it would form to me and warm me. I need to be more careful about some of these thoughts.