January 3, 2009 Dave Bonta January 3, 2009 Too dark yet to tell if the sky is overcast or clear. Wind soughing in the pines. The rapid footsteps of a leaf skittering up the driveway.
January 2, 2009 Dave Bonta January 2, 2009 Leaden sky. The loud whisper of a jet. Squirrels scuttle through the white fur on the leaf litter, searching for memories of buried nuts.
January 1, 2009 Dave Bonta January 1, 2009 The New Year so far is clear and quiet. Up past the old garden, a pileated woodpecker drums high then low, switching from branch to branch.