It snowed all night. Cancel the ride with Patrick to Coyote Creek, on the other side of the mountain. Hole up inside to read and sort through photographs. The snow is thick, the weather, bad. It snows again. t snowed all night. Cancel the ride with Patrick to Coyote Creek, on the other side of the mountain. Hole up inside to read and sort through photographs. The snow is thick, the weather, bad. It snows again. I read through some very old notes. Ah! The exoticism, a concept that refuses all notion of attachment, because as soon as it is familiar, it has lost its exoticism. Free is the path of one who cherishes the exotic. What about the words describing the flavor of the world, the exaltations, words that express love, promises?It would be good to recapture the quiescent times of adolescence when one had the time, the painful time to regain the color and the grief that arise to disturb the moments of love and beauty. One reflects the world anew. It should not be forgotten that one magnifies that which one loves.Gray outside. Warm inside. I begin to connect bits of text with the photographs, those that can be better understood through writing. At work.