[Sometimes the rocks are in bits and pieces;
not a firm foundation.]
...or dusty, and gusty and dingy and fringy...
that is how our days,
Wispy, whispery Spirit breezes swifting through,
bringing Light into our hearts.
[Trying to do this at a library and cyber-things seem to come and go, some things seem glitchy. The only photo not taken here in Tacoma was the last one; I took it along the Columbia River on the Washington side a few miles opposite Hood River, OR.]