Nice, huh.

Went to feed Alz B lunch and stopped by the Old Cowboy's to return some of the tools from the other day.  How many duplicate tools does one getting old woman really need?  So i picked out the ones i wanted,  for whatever reason,  sometimes aesthetics,  and returned the rest to meet their Fate but then brought home these chains.  WHY, i wonder, do i so much love iron and steel?  i don't know.  WHAT might i DO with these chains.  I don't know.   But,  here we are.

 

it began orderly enough.  but somehow began to unravel,  loosen.   the threads of all the wovens.

and things came,  placing themselves.    a stray thread from something else entirely, a small moon.  a leaf.