The sky glittered last night with a billion Hand-tossed diamonds.

The blackness was so clear.

This morning I take a cup of tea (not coffee) and the Dora blankie to a porch rocker. (L.L. Barkat will be pleased to know I spent 55 minutes out there.)

The sky is crinkled with gray. But as I sit here and sip, . . . → Read More: Sitting and Sipping and Seeing