January 2010
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Snow
Can you smell when snow is in the air? It’s a scent both “clean” and icy cold, mingled with the promise of it. This is not the windy season of delicate caresses through your hair, but rather one of sharp bites on the nose and ears. The sun, when present, is light with only the memory of warmth. And when the snow does begin to fall it settles upon the land quietly, draping the...
October 2009
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Feathers
When I was a little girl I would pick up discarded feathers — found pieces of an avian wonder and the calling cards of an animal not bound to this earth. Stiff enough for flight, yet soft as a whisper upon your cheek. As vibrant as a field of wildflowers punctuated with exclamation points, or as unassuming and unremarkable (yet so remarkable!) as camouflage can be. Layers of beauty wrapped...