I Am the Ridge Laid Bare

This morning, the sky is that white bright of cold, and I can see the light of day through the trees on the ridge line.  The mountains have flesh, I think; we usually just don’t see it for all their leafy clothes.  I think I prefer this bareness. Today,...

My Arms Aren't Long Enough

Yesterday, a HUGE package came to my house, the first formal delivery since I’ve lived here.  The Fed Ex man wooed Meander with biscuits and handed me a giant box.  I put it on the coffee table and cut it open.  Inside, I found gigantic stainless steel mixing...