It’s 11 days until the winter solstice, and these ever-shortening days are feeling rather… short. I know it’s not really soo bad in Portland, but the 4:30 sunset (4:27 today, actually) and 7:40 sunrise is hard. Every year, despite being intellectually prepared for it (“sure, sure, it’ll get dark early, …
I’m still humming along here on my 100-mile-per-week biking goal, and these days have been absolutely the best time to be riding. Yes, there are the soggy parts, and the slippery leaves, and the puddles, but also the colors and the dramatic skies and the invigorating wind and the geese …
I thought of this poem, which I read once upon a time who knows how long ago and had to go questing for again in a ridiculous internet search (thanks Poetry Foundation!) because it seems right in line both with what I wrote last and also with how it’s hard …
I’ve been so in love with the world, lately. Or, let me qualify that: I’ve been horrified by much of what I see in the news and much of what I know is happening in the world, but that makes the actual real world I see around me, the little …
