December 29, 2014

Dust


Up to the shop.  When I'm not there, even the dust does nothing.  I spin in circles and the dust is unimpressed.  I'm supposed to make more of it.
Tomorrow will be one more beautiful day before more winter.  I must stop spinning. 
I must bring up some dust.  It forgets me as fast as I make it, and it's my only defense against ashes.