day 102 I sat in the café at the long table, pinned close to a conversation about addiction. One is addicted to TV and sugar, the other presumably nothing or at she doesn’t say, asking questions instead. Their conversation raised itself above the general hum like a white snow cloud, above the music, the clang of soup spoons on bowls and the ceramic mugs scuffed on wood. They inadvertently dominated the room. I glanced at article in yesterday’s paper about an artist who created a solid wall of paperbacks. He used 4,000 red-spined romance novels to spell out the word “FOREVER”. The idea of love and the absence of love fit the scene altogether. +++++ I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.