#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

"There are no stars tonight 
But those of memory. 
Yet how much room for memory there is 
In the loose girdle of soft rain..."

~ Excerpt from, “My Grandmother’s Love Letters,” Hart Crane

oh today a day of fluttering of a what shall we do/not do what can we do what is this time of what is next to do when there is nothing to be done but wait