Hands. Candlelight. A curtain swaying. The names of things. Wood and stone, cotton and wool. Moss, lichen, verdigris. Morning light. Blue snow shadows. Coffee. Slowly, slowly.
walking along Arboretum Drive on a sunny afternoon … cottonwood fluff floating through the air and settling along the roadsides like snow, wild geraniums, the call of red-winged blackbirds, geese with their goslings, wild turkeys