The Shifting Solstice
It’s almost like darkness is the anchor that roots us in a fuller appreciation of the light. Because without the lack of light, it’s harder to understand just how many bright minutes there are on June twenty first. When that day comes, we’ll have basketfuls of them and they will spill out onto the pavement and we might not even bother to pick them up. They will be pennies in a world of hundred dollar bills.
Facing the Lines
I will love those lines, should they come to rest on your face, because it will mean that you spent time in the sun and held thousands of days in your hands.
Rinks and Fossils
Sitting on the locker room floor tying skates onto the players, I felt miles away from the woman who could lay her hands on basically everything she possessed by walking from the camper to the Subaru.
The Eagle and the Raven
When I return to where I started, there is no Raven left. I am no longer what I was when I began. The trickster has left and in her place is the wisdom held in the eye of the sharpest predator.