On Sunday, I picked up a bucket of fabric from Karen on the way home from dropping Jon off at the Train Station. This morning I washed it and hung it out to dry. It’s warm enough to hang clothes on the line again without them freezing.
As I sat at my computer in my studio, I watched the shadows of the fabric dance in the breeze, out my window. Then the sun was gone and the wind stopped. But a moment later they were back, both the sun and the wind.
I ran outside with my iPhone to capture the shadow dance on video, before it was over again, so you could see it too.
Looks like camels loping across the desert.
I can see that Fran.