Three Moments (Part II)

  One I am sitting at the check-in desk waiting for weekend arrivals. It is early in the fall season, and I'm still adjusting to the shift. Cabins in place of tents, refrigerators in place of bear canisters, paperwork and formalities in place of primal summer wildness. I am sad to see summer go. Even …

Almost

Winter is over. Almost. Just barely. Light lingers. Ice cracks. Buds on your parents' magnolia have emerged, green and fuzzy. when the world is puddle-wonderful, e.e.cummings once wrote. The world is slowly turning puddle-wonderful. You've tapped into your animal nature these past two winters, your mind and body yielding to the gray winter days. Hibernation involves …