There's a full moon just beginning to wane in preparation for darker nights. Heavy frost crunched under footfalls this morning as snow clouds gathered overhead. As it became lighter the rising sun cast a crimson glow on the low dome of the heavens. The old folks say it's a harbinger; bad weather is on the way. Maybe some snow, but definitely colder. Tomorrow may be bitter. A blanket of snow and breath that steams.
As recycled denim legs were torn into strips, threads frayed from the edges. Upon closer inspection I found they were patterned with alternating white and blue. Incindental ikat. To wonderful to waste.