Fire In The Snow

Someone was burning outside, and the contrast of that glorious light to the gray sky hit my eye like an electric spark, a shock, a resonant vibration.

My Heart Longs For Little Things

Today I was thinking, as I looked out at this beautiful late-winter day, about how many of the things I care about are so small. I mean literally tiny. We were riding in the car, and a box elder bug crawled on my dad’s window. He put his big boxy finger close to it asContinue reading “My Heart Longs For Little Things”