On the morning of the first frost, I put on my highlighter yellow fleece, crocheted headband, and running shoes. I run but I don’t consider…
March Again
It starts as thick, wet snow overnight. It changes to sleet, the trees and power lines soon coated in a layer of ice. I watch…
January
There should be snow soon. It shouldn’t be a big storm but enough to freshen up what is already on the ground. Whatever sticks will…
Haze
It has been a hazy month, but today is the worst. Today the smoke settles over the city, blotting out the sun. I feel like…
Eighty-Five
It is eighty-five degrees in April. At my in-laws’ lake house it feels like summer. We shed our sweaters and boots, trading them out for…