The cup hits the floor, scattering shiny pieces of a former life.

A cold, white blanket hides all the ragged edges, for a little while.

The black tail twitches and slips into the shadows of a cold morning.

Daffodils unfold; almost two years’ worth of dust falls from leather shoes.

The hot breeze passes, leaving just the faint drone of the baseball broadcast.

A pinch and a swipe reveal insights in data: Vizable is here! #data15

As slot machines chime, new techniques are the jackpot; the analysts smile. #data15

The old plush toy waits in the hospital gift shop; someone will need it.

The steady trickle slowly erodes the debris; a rock shifts downstream.

Afternoon sunshine bejewels the edges of fresh osmanthus leaves.

A homemade slat bed is a pallet for shipping people off to sleep.

On the back doorstep, the cat looks up, asking why I won't stop the rain.

Data source unions are a litter of kittens napping together. #DataLoveAffair

A flower unfolds, a river starts flowing on a sacred mountain.

And then, on the branch, the hummingbird is waiting to tell me something.

No cat is stirring; the ascent of the mountain starts long before dawn.

A sudden wind howls across the darkened mountain, and slowly subsides.

The fog drifts away, and the sacred mountain looks toward a new shore.

Far from bay breezes, the rain politely avoids disturbing the leaves.

Winds scatter pages of books that could not survive the sacred mountain.