A screech owl whinnies in the distance and somewhere in the back of my mind arises the knowledge that tomorrow will be longer and harder for this nocturnal venture, but life will seem easier.
~ Reflections on place, loss, and the wild beneath our skies and skin—the understory, the mulch, and the grief and bliss of living in these times. ~
A screech owl whinnies in the distance and somewhere in the back of my mind arises the knowledge that tomorrow will be longer and harder for this nocturnal venture, but life will seem easier.