I heard you grieve little has been going your way. In the hills and valley of where we are or not. I stand in the wind on a ridge above the valley deep into pine and oak, lupine and sunflower. Into the learning of creatures small or ungulate like the ones below grazing the meadow. Maybe…
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A Cold Wind
I must tell you it wasn’t an extraordinary day. An old man in a hat walked around the yard. A boy sat in a chair. Then a cold wind came down the boney back of the mountain. But what was I expecting? The cat stared out the window as wind tossed the branches about and …
