Sunday, December 18, 2016
Inside, the tree has gained gravitas. Its low branches have settled and the ornaments are on.
Outside, the trees are bare and bending. There is so much still they have to tell us.
What will it be?
"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard