Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me

-Anne Morrow Lindbergh (1906-2001)

The snowflakes this morning have all the charm and endearment of Crill in the ocean. Infinitesimal individuals hurrying off to no where in particular, collecting on tree limbs and shoulders, in heaps and piles underfoot. And then I realized on my couch, I am the infinitesimal individual, outnumbered 700 trillion to one.