Time and the flying snow*

The time of snow has come. This is now a waiting time. All my effort every day is going into the waiting. Or the holding still in the waiting. Or the being busy in the waiting. Or the restless flicking of fingers or searching the white white white for that one red-splash cardinal. Or the… Continue reading Time and the flying snow*

Begin and begin and begin again

Summer began on the last day of school in June. Released before noon, all wearing light colors, and dragging locker-filled backpacks behind them, the kids had freedom on their faces. Summer began again on the solstice, when the sun hung, balanced lightly at the tip of the day, leaning into the sparse night. Summer began… Continue reading Begin and begin and begin again