wind watch


We are under a Wind Watch. So this morning I watched the wind. It was snowing and the world outside looked like a snow globe shaken by a vicious god. The relentless wind blew the flakes in every direction, hardly ever allowing them to touch the ground. The vent on the skylight rattled, and I found a feather that had blown in through it and landed on the bathroom floor.

I listened to Fahey’s “America” and watched the frenetic flakes dance outside the window to the rich, odd twanging of steel strings. The coffee went down smooth, as did Heinrich’s ruminations on a winter spent in Maine’s woods. There was a certain synchronicity to my morning that doesn’t often visit.

I fed the birds and repotted a few plants. I recorded my dreams of the night before. Everything seems to be in order, for the moment.

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  1. Terrific photo. Heinrich's wonderful, isn't he? I've learned so much from him. Have you read The Geese of Beaver Bog or either of his books on ravens?

  2. Oh, I'm so happy to hear about yet another Heinrich fan. His books are the perfect blend of escapism and education. Enjoy! And this is reminding me that I need to go back and read the raven books again- it's been too long.Ah, mourning doves. That makes my imagined visual of little winged bodies stepping and pecking just that much clearer.



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