Life Along The River

Spring Snow

The falling snow threatens to unhinge me. I mean in the way the creak of a floor in early morning might, or the sound of coyotes scavenging about in moon light. The way they do all night so near the house. As if they had nowhere else to go. And now this. The first dull…

Unravel

I awoke to unravel. The word. The verb. I don’t know why. I listen to my heart beat. Listen to the seemingly endless thud, thud, thud. It pauses and flutters and then as if I hit refresh, continues to bump along. I guess many things would unravel should the beat fail. Unravel, as in fail….

Cattails

My son runs ahead of my husband and I on a thin path that trails off into mudflats. We’ve parked along a narrow road that stops abruptly in front of a dike. We cannot see the water but we can see, just barely, the tops of cattails. We have come here, to the Skagit River…