Fine, wet snow falling. Snow like sifting sugar, adding to last night’s on the lawn, filling in the footprints, whitening the paths I shoveled earlier in the drive. How it comes on harder then, how the branches droop from the… Read More ›
It is this time, I think to myself on the couch, that I will want to keep with me forever.
It was like I’d just discovered the scale of life, that there was more of it than I could ever consume.