The trees are beginning to show themselves. All summer, I looked at leaves. Thousands of them. Green and full, creating shade, hiding birds, moving with the wind, filling nearly every space between me and the sky. The branches were always there. I just didn’t notice them as much. Now, as the leaves begin to fall,… Continue reading

No matter what is happening in my life, the birds still expect breakfast. There is something oddly reassuring about that. They don’t seem particularly interested in whether I slept well, what I’m worried about, which decisions I’m trying to make, which appointments are coming, or what might be occupying far too much space in my… Continue reading