Bright sunshine

makes me crave the respite-shadows that scrub oaks create.  Or a morning of deep cloud
that might lift.  Or might not.  My grandmother always said, "Pay attention to what you can't see."
So, here's a quartet of the unseen -- the table upon which is a cup of tea & a journal & a pen.  And on this auspicious day was written

9/11
dating the page
my hand
              trembles