>It’s Beginning To Look a Lot Like….
>Today’s dusting of snow breathes new life into the landscape. Everything shimmmers and catches the scant sunlight. Grateful, I look outside at trees standing resolutely on the edge of something. Every day is a little longer, adding minutes in that march toward a growing season. I don’t know which window to look out of–the one that overlooks the ordinary asphalt and dead grass or the one that only reflects what can’t be easily seen. I am interested in what is behind the ring of hills, over the stone wall. I have seen wild turkeys, deer, fox, chipmunks, squirrels, and raccoons. What have I missed?
Literary Imaginings by Lisa C. Taylor 