Perhaps her busy nose walks through the hood are like reading the paper?
I shovel to think and I shovel because I do not have to think.
I stand in this snow globe and wonder at the road that brought me
I scraped a thick layer of ice off the windshield and found art below.
It’s just a regular day with regular stuff
and also a moose.
Sometimes you get a front row seat to the magical moments of life.
These Alaska years have taught me so many ways to think about light.
Tonight my 17 beats are best spent on this dog by the fire.