The moon may be almost full, but the night is deep and dark. A slight pink, almost purple glow illuminates the clouds to the south, where the city lives. Already the world is unfamiliar. A dust, ages the grass, like the floor of an abandoned house. The wind has just begun to howl and I plug the cracks in the front door with the welcome mat.
It's all perfect weather to be huddled next to the fire, playing with wool. Hot, mulled apple juice, warms the cockles of the heart while it burns your tong. My favourite kind of weather.
This is the weather I pray for almost year round. And yet, I don't want it today.
Because tomorrow I go on another workshop. Another SAORI weaving workshop to be exact.
I feel like a little kid getting ready for tomorrow. I've packed and unpacked what yarns I want to take so many times this week. Sometimes several times a day. I think I've finally decided on these ones.
A collection of handspun yarns leftover from previous projects.
That's why I don't want it to snow too much tonight.
You see, going to this workshop means more to me than just learning exciting new yarn related techniques. It another step towards participating in the world again. It's a step towards good health.
1 comment:
I love your writing! The way you used words in this post is just gorgeous.
Your yarn selection is lovely, and I'm sure your weaving will be as much. Beyond that, I completely understand your deeper reason for wanting to be present at that workshop tomorrow. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the snow doesn't prevent you from attending it.
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