Every year in late January or early February, we seem to get a week or so of lovely weather: sunny skies, temperatures in the 50’s that lure us out into the forest or onto the beach. And every year I succumb to the hope that spring is really on its way early this year, that the abiding gray will give way to blue, that the scent of moist air will get its floral infusion in February instead of April. Continue reading
From the book: Albatross
"How would it feel to fly as an albatross, to feel the wind under my wings, stretched luxuriously out to my sides, borne aloft by a cushioning wind? Would it feel like swinging on my childhood swingset, the brief and easy pumping of my little legs carrying me higher and yet higher into the free blue sky, the air swooshing past my chest? Or would it feel more like riding my bike downhill on a wide path, holding my arms out to the sides as gravity pulls me along? I held out my arms to practice."
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