The Christmas tree is bare
Red and gold baubles packed in boxes
A mug of candy canes on the table
For A River of Stones
I was feeling particularly like slacking off today after being rudely woken at 6 am by a strong aftershock, which went on for some time. It was our fifth strongest since September 4th. And then we had about eight or nine more during the morning, one of them quite jolting.
I grew up in Wellington where mild shakes from time to time were normal. Apart from the six o'clock one, none of the others would have bothered me, coming singly. But when they go on and on, they do get rather tiresome to say the least.
When it came to it though, noticing one small detail each day seems to have become a habit. Perhaps even one that I will continue after the month is finished. It would be a shame to miss a day, having made3 it this far through the month.