Into the woods
The forest here is dark and cool, and the cottonwoods float summer snow down softly onto the green, so people drift up this paved trail into the woods, amazed and grateful for the magic of it.
Comments remain off because I have no time to sit with the computer. My dear friend Leif, my buddy since I was six years old, lost to me because of my family's travels but found again when I was 28 and pregnant with Seth in New Orleans, arrives tonight for a delicious two-week visit. She's escaping from the blast-furnace sauna of Mississippi, so it will seem like winter to her here.
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