Do not mistake the quiet for boredom’s lack of ambition — nay. A blissful moment of tranquility in lieu — thousands of stars waiting for that mystical adjuration.

Our mind has taken a brief holiday— a heart filled with hot cocoa’s favorite marshmallows afloat — merely observing, once again — the teasing whispers of solitude dancing to a myriad of dreams.

Night winters cold — silencing sleighbell thoughts drawing a blank canvas with etch-a-sketch taking its powder cold. A colorful scheme of play on words — secret melodies teasing — pulls at an emotional song’s cords.

Caught between hands length and a rocket launching to oblivion— we pause once again — in gratitude, for these steps leading to this moment in time. Awestruck — with head shaking in disbelief — how did I get here? What am I doing? Where the fuck am I going? Laughter grabs hold.

Question not the process— but the processors’ processing speeds — trusting the process predominantly.

The remaining few Days passed along on US Highway 2 — gathering a studio of memories, forever in my heart — carried to the next, blissfully sharing that time we sat together at Little Manitou.

~ Ani Po

Note: these two pictures were taken on what seemed to be the only days of sunshine. One at the beginning and one as we close this chapter.

Thank you Zay Pareltheon, Marilyn Wolf, Viraji Ogodapola, and all the Screech of The Howling Owl. The Howling Owl is on Holiday, so we post the words here — closing a chapter, in this great book — anticipating yet another magical adventure.

Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh