Three hours and four minutes until sunset and in this minute the sunlight is flooding the back room of our apartment, at least as much as the Christmas tree in the window will allow…
Years ago I wrote a post about making fire starters in an old egg carton, and carefully filling each nest with wax and cedar shavings and other combustible and fragrant wintry bits. This is…
iA tree hulks in the living-room, prickly monster, our hostagefrom the wilderness, preludeto light in this dark space of the yearwhich turns again toward the suntoday, or at least we hope so.Outside, a dead…