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Small Stones
Monthly Archives: January 2013
Another Wind Advisory
Day 31. A cold draft, pushed by sixty-miles-an-hour gusts, crept around the reading room window. The blue spruce trunk swayed and bent, swayed and bent again, and then rocked back upright. Its needled branches flailed like human arms seeking balance.
Raining
Day 30. Raining. Everything is the color of wet concrete–the sky, Lake Ontario, the Niagara River, the roads, and the yards where puddles have pooled and flooded the landscape with mirrors.
Sheltered
Day 29. The dishwasher sloshes against last night’s dinner dishes; the refrigerator’s low hum harmonizes. Steak tips marinate as a pot of rice simmers and steams on the stove. Outside the kitchen window the rain falls and ground fog forms … Continue reading
3:00 p.m.
Day 28. The sun shone through snow flakes that look like they were released from sifted clouds. The clock on the reading room’s dresser ticked; the second hand’s audible click marked time’s passage. Elvis, stretched out on the carpet with … Continue reading
Winter Morning
Day 27. Fourteen degrees outside, but the sun shines with a warm illusion. The snow’s reflected brilliance pierces, squints the human eye. A swarm of winter birds–blue jays, cardinals, tufted titmice, juncos, chickadees, woodpeckers, and sparrows–decorate two spicebush shrubs like … Continue reading
Winter Fishing
Day 26. The rising sun backlit two ramshackle fishing shacks huddled, tilted, on a frozen pond.
Survival Odds
Day 25. Dreamed, last night, about a tiny black kitten floating underwater in a clear, half filled goldfish bowl. Throughout the dream, three times total, a male adds water, laughing, until the bedraggled cat with its spiked fur can just … Continue reading
Niagara’s Lake Effect
Day 24. 4:30 a.m. The snowplow’s gravel dragging rumble scraped scant inches of overnight, lake effect snow. Its orange caution light pulsed into the falling snow and spilled into dark windows.
Snow meditation
Day 23. Immersed in early morning stillness, dogs on the love seat beside me. From the darkness snow drops past the window like tiny falling stars, an earthly milky way, the heavy cascade a light accumulation. The yard’s softly illuminated, … Continue reading
On the Road
Day 22. Tire peels discarded on the highway.
Fragments and Thoughts 