It's dark outside, and wet. The rain taps against the living room window. It will be like this for the next six months or so. Winter - and fall, and spring - in the Pacific Northwest. Yesterday was miserable, the skies near black and stormy. but on the drive home the thick layer of clouds... Continue Reading →
I’m in an office, cement floors and recycled air and the ever-present hum of something toiling away behind the pockmarked ceiling panels. My bones are restless. To my right there is a window that doesn’t open. Beyond it, the top of a small tree. Small compared to the giant evergreens rooted in the forest not... Continue Reading →
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