An Odd Collection

Thinking of things at random, this late January early afternoon, I gather in my writer’s mind the following—

twins

Persian blue

a poached egg

cirrus clouds

etymology

lankiness

a phonograph record

standing stones

refuge

An odd collection, which I’ll try to make into a patchwork quilt of story, after lunch and returning library books.

This image I find when looking for kinds of “refuge” greatly appeals to me.  It will hold my day’s story, quite perfectly; give it a further quizzical twist.

image: Daingerfield Lewis Ashton, A Gathering for Kindred Souls Living Off the Grid