The world out my window is still this morning. No wind at all, which means the cool air out there just won't come in. My office and bedroom are hot, humid with malaise and early reluctance. It's like that sometimes; just through the portal there, there's relief from the sweaty doldrums, but nonetheless, there's work …
cobbling together the artist's life…coaching, acting, photography, writing, and music…
JEFF BERRYMAN 