episodes

everyday we pass through doors and notice the spaces in between

a cross-country skier glides over snow and listens to the trail

as i sit i hear a thin tick talk to me about time

ah, let us pay attention for a minute or two to the spinning fidget : red, yellow and blue

there are persistent rumours about the sound that bath water makes while draining

a tea pot responds to a man searching for an object on xmas day

the scraping of winter steps has a ring to it

while walking by a laundromat I hear this gas meter sing

noticing the ritual of snow removal from a car and moving forward

we all sit waiting for a door to open