Where are the marshes?
I feel haunted by those billions of lost birds, their absence resonating in every silence that should echo with sound, and every stillness that should hold fluttering movement.
A soundscape worth exploring
And as I walked, listening carefully, I kept inhaling deeply, the scent of warming earth after rain on one of the first warm spring days reminding me giddily of how happy I am, despite everything, to be alive and here, among the trout lilies and trilliums and sparrows.
My snowshoes are beautiful
I wanted this, the birds and the woods and my glowing snowshoes, and the life I am able to carve out for myself in the snow, so I went out when I could, when I was feeling well enough or high enough to manage.
