Everything in nature erodes gracefully. The tree leans and cracks. The mountain rounds for decades in the wind. The banks of the river bow to where the
Like a meteor hurtling toward the Earth, each of us hurtles through the years being worn of all that doesn’t matter. Like a meteor that shines brighter
In the bathroom mirror, I saw the snow begin. When I turned, the birds were hovering near the feeder and the world started to soften. I quickly understood