I ponder the words. Close my eyes and see what images emerge. The first image that pops up is followed by a caption, a single sentence that uses all the words. It sounds like an odd, nonsensical story: “The JUMBO COVER made a ROCKY path to the TORCH on the PORCH.” Uncertain I will be able to unsee /undo that, I am grateful that I only have to write it, not illustrate it.

Georg’ann

I like to sit on the PORCH and watch the neighborhood pass by. It is the kind of slow sitting that feels hopeful. Open to this varied place I inhabit, taking time for connection to it all. So much life passes by while I sit still in rapt attention, welcoming.

Heather