The paper, linens,
leather & thread
are entwining around my fingers-
weaving in my thoughts;
sometimes I lose myself.
Blue sky calls me outside, intermittently,
and I walk in the spring sunshine -
nature's perfume trickling through the air.
The current journal I am writing in for personal use,
given to me by a friend, is almost full.
I have decided to keep one I made for the store
- for myself.
I haven't done this before
- yet, I feel good about it.
It is this.
New journals followed me home today.
where they will go next.
(as I typed the above, one decided to go to Australia)