I like the way the stars seem to come out one at a time. Then all at once. The feeling of being outside looking in. Geese in flight,...

Nothing moves, not yet. The gusting wind we’ve all been warned of has not shown its face. The news and the sky, the spaces between...

I have never ached for snow before, but I can feel the longing grow inside my chest. This year I crave the cold and the quiet. The razor...