I have been captive to my senses for these last two days.
When I have written long lyrical posts about the sounds and the smells and the feel of the air, it has been a process of making a mental cast of the feelings, then later taking it out and pouring, sifting, wedging words into it.
I break open the cast and have a sculpted post.
All weekend I have been an animal alive in the moments.
In remembrance later, in the cold fall wind or watching the winter fire, I will find the cast, put away somewhere in my mind.
Tonight it is too big, too soft, with no edges or bindings.
8 hours ago