January 22nd 2017

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January
····thaw—a snowman leaving its scarf
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Pico hosted a swirl of clouds today. Riding the chairlift to the top saw breaking pieces of blue sky and the sun not quite burning through. We floated above the clouds and beneath the clouds in a sort of netherworld.
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22 January 22nd 2017 | bottlecap
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January 13th 2017

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snow
····blue as an evening sky—winter
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It looks as though I may have started another year’s worth of haiku. My attitude is very different. I’ve done a leap year’s worth and once a day. And now I write simply for the enjoyment.
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But during November and December, despite still writing haiku twice a week, I missed the pause at each day’s end, giving me to think about what I’d done and seen.
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13 January 13th 2017 | bottlecap
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