Winter Recollection

Floating from heaven (perhaps an angel's first molt), flakes-first-to-fall scout the coldest of cold places where snowflakes might make landfall and swallow our feet like sand at the ocean's edge. The first few dance like marionettes and, like children, are delighted and distracted and saddened, our cold clowns drafted by the blizzard. More and more … Continue reading Winter Recollection