….at the rain falling and the birds impervious, I wonder if the air they embroider is truly fresher and cleaner, while we all while the days away indoors. The photo-haiga in Gallery came from a pallette that caught my eye while waiting in the car some years ago, while my newly independent son shopped for groceries. Again, I decided to use the integral text to create a haiku, spending many hours anagramming and photoshopping. Spring continues in Reading Room with the fruits of contemplation from a country window. Anna Hostman’s Late Winter (for the left hand) on the radio (thank you CBC playlogs!) complements the rain on the windows – the gravity of it all – and the days of roseless whining. With a sigh, or without, embrace the view from your own window and the lift your eyes to the sky we all share.