The story of a single scene that lingers in my mind, bringing on many thoughts and feeling, leaving questions, rather than answers. This is an entry about what goes on behind thesimple story of events, the story within the story

The story for January, the continuing story as I play, make new pickups to replace broken ones, and survive through a hard winter, doing what I can, doing what I have to, and getting it done, waiting the chance to move ahead again, and Spring.

Thoughts on the storytelling itself, the nature of the story, and the telling, the stories and the scenes, and the lines, ending with an introduction to the next two entries