The Grace Of Fresh Snow

I look at the night

Upon freshly fallen snow

I’m struck by the grace

It’s a beautiful, snowy night here in Seattle. It feels wonderful, though I dread tomorrow’s commute.

Tonight’s Haiku: On A Winter Walk

On a winter’s walk
As darkness approaches me
Loving the sky’s glow

A meditation on brokenness

Am I more broken?

How does one compare such things?

I can hear the rain

A Sunday Seattle Morning

Just out my window
Watching this December rain
I finish my tea

I woke early this morning fighting a migraine. The daggers in my skull have been dulled, but the mental fog and inability to focus remain. The grey, rainy skies seem to fit perfectly with my state of being.

The Grace Of Sunlight

The grace of sunlight

Pushing through the autumn chill

Raising my spirits


These rare moments of sunlight piercing through Seattle’s autumnal gloom, granting me strength for those long, dark days coming.

This Rainy Evening

Posted by @carlsetzer on Mirakee app.

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