Sunday January 31, 2010

Walking naked through the cold house at dawn, I’m startled by a bright light among the trees on the western ridge: the moon, big as a banjo.

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  1. Isn’t is just wonderful when nature can still startle a person? Nature, even after all of our knowledge, can never be predictable. I love that the most.


  2. Amen to that.

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