Austerity most beautiful.

Tonight, a study in blues and branches, product of my getting reacquainted with a silenced campus. At dusk the blues were beautiful, and all the trees behind my windows cast their black traces into our darkening. I'm going easy on my words tonight, because tomorrow I want to tell you a story. Or maybe sing you a song. I haven't quite figured out yet how I want to crack into this particular star.

My crabapples are tiny now, wintering.