There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through...
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game ... Joni Mitchell
Before the last revolving year is through...
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game ... Joni Mitchell
These images are from my parents' basement where dust motes float in sunbeams. Winter light from the window wells is a gift of the season when we are attentive.
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