Came before the freeze, the world will be a crusty white for a week at least. Winter’s first real blast is here, highs in the teens next week. Sunset 5:59.
Yesterday was my sister, Lynn’s, birthday. I thought I could write a tribute to her, but it wasn’t that simple. It’s gonna take some time before I can finish that one. I discovered things I didn’t see before. Writing does that.
Instead, I took my walk, and kept my breathing workout short because my feet began to freeze standing in one place, and retreated to a great movie with my sweetheart: Hunting for the Wilderpeople.
Off to warmth, and soft clouds of winter light behind the blinds. I sleep with the sound of boots crunching snow, I dream the names of stars, I compose the songs of birds, I let the wind take me apart molecule by molecule.
To bond with the earth, is to bond with both sorrow and joy. I am blessed to know all three.