A Filthy Rulebreaker
I listened again, and thought – huh, it sounds so much like it’s breathing. I was off and running with thoughts about the earth taking breaths and how they were different in the winter and how those exhales were so much like…like the way horses sound in the morning. Like air moving through a snout. Huh, I thought again. The geysers sound like they’re breathing through snouts.
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.