i opened the blinds to the light and an impressionistic view.

i noticed the light-shadows on the wall.

on the morning after the first freezing night of winter, i looked out on the patio blanketted by the pecan tree's leaves.

i hung my knit-by-hand socks on the oven door to dry.

i finished a sudoku puzzle and placed the book back on the table.

i remembered when my oldest friend gave me a magic pumpkin painted with her own hands.

i wondered if even cloth snakes shed their skin.

i finished washing dishes.

i realized the kitchen brooms were a form of decoration.

i decided to soak the breakfast pot.

i reflected on reflections.

i gave myself flowers for my birthday.

i paused before my basket of writing and wondered if i were ready to edit.

i saw the sweet potato's new growth reaching upward without need of roots.

i paused to gaze at a squash on the kitchen counter.

i placed my knitting in a basket.

i drank some orange juice.

i noticed lines intersecting and named them "chair" and "shadow."

i wondered about being a glass fish in a bowl of rocks and marbles. attached to my own air bubble.

as the sun set, i noticed the yarn winder.

i circled the dining room table.

i picked up my fallen painting.

i took one last look in the mirror.

i blew out the light.

i could have filed instead of waiting to open the folder one more time.

i look at one of my paintings and wish for ice cream.

i wondered, after listening to the news on tv, if all good news had been lost.

i wondered how my childhood toy lost its ears.

i wondered if this would have been the apple that could have kept the doctor away or if it was just another bad apple.

i wondered if someone's heart had turned to stone and i had found it one day on a beach in canada.

i wondered about the words "piggy" and "bank" being linked together.

i touched the design folded into the linen cloth.

i glimpsed my childhood image tacked to the wall.

i realized i liked the image better with the power off.

i took a look at the world on a dimly lit day.

i checked the time.

i discovered a hornet inside my apartment. trapped unless i open the window.

i wondered if my move to this apartment represents life squared.

i photographed the first full moon seen from my new apartment. and moved the camera around; as if it were in orbit around the moon.

i told myself that my own bed would be out of storage in two days.

i returned my keys, turned out the lights, moved out and wondered about my new life waiting on the other side of a distant apartment door.

i took a final look out the window.

i looked out of the window through my kaleidoscope.

i wondered if the potatoes looked more like aliens from another planet.

i saw light-shadows on the leaves.

i took another look at my shadow.

i sat outside on the steps and talked with my shadow.