Restoration in Progress
The city began to fade just a touch. Birds became a little louder. Restoration, it turned out, was in progress.
To the End
The faltering ones – with pinched eyes and grimacing mouths – made me pick up the chant. “All the way,” I found myself repeating.
Separate, Separate
We all stand on that line - the marker between what we were and what we will be. Heads swiveling to either side, wondering whether to pull ourselves apart or be pushed.
To the Dark
After a quarter mile I turned off my headlamp. It felt like the right way to invite the winter solstice in.