From the gutter in the middle of a texas summer. The dappled green like a banner under tree cover.

A more direct artifice I have not seen yet. Clearly made into a display, broken, twisted. But to what end? What meaning is to be gleaned. I had not seen a sign in a while maybe I just missed a few and they felt they had to be more clear?

Some times I spot something and it speaks to me. A message in the street. This whispered in my ear that some times even a good tool could be over come by time, perseverance and the elements. The sharpest blade destroyed by being used for the wrong purpose.

It seems the new window is suitable for Henry Cat.

In 2009 I embarked on a month long trip to visit lost friends. This Sigil was waiting for me in Seattle. It suggested a direction to me. A path. I fear I never found what it pointed to, or maybe I missed the next sign post. Sometimes you have to stop looking so hard and let the signs find you.