
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.
I dig computers

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.

Seeing art supplies
Miracles of color call
Memories of joy
I love this old house
The echoes of elegance
Rang into the night

This house had been part of my life for years. Recently, it’s owners have worked hard to recapture its glory. They’ve done a nice job, in my opinion.

On a winter’s walk
As darkness approaches me
Loving the sky’s glow
the sun rises
i resist waking
my warm bed

A little haiku to end your week:
A #haiku for this #cold, #winter’s, night
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All hail performance!
I recklessly pursue speed
Losing quality
I always feel pressure to get things done faster. Speed is everything! Except it’s not. Without quality everything collapses. Pressure starts to build for both, yet they live on the opposite sides of town. Therein lies the challenge, methinks.

Winter’s coldness speaks
I’m always moving forward
And the wind still blows