November 24, 2018
The place to start seems to be the snow. Itís out there in the dark, covering everything. Itís out there in the daylight covering everything. Soot has fall onto it out of the sky, staining it with a black screen stretching out to the horizon. Beneath the snow, in the perpetual twilight, the light green of the starved grasses still lives. They are pushing, so delicately against the belly of the snow. A snow snake slithers by, dark red against the green, slightly iridescent. There is a flutter of sound against the snow. Something is shaking snow off the tree.