Happy New Year! Now let’s not waste any time….
- 12/25/2016: A waking dream of the most beautiful of white Christmases.
- 12/26/2016: After back-to-back days of nonstop snowfall, the appearance of sunlight glistening off a landscape buried in winter nearly pulled tears from my morning eyes, and not from the glare.
- 12/27/2016: The first day after a long weekend in which a new film revived my love of Star Wars, the eternal Princess Leia passes away.
- 12/28/2016: Inspired by a book of poems from Robert Lee, I write, “I am made of boots scraping on snow, frost on the inside walls of my closet, and clouds of breath hanging in the air of my childhood bedroom.”
- 12/29/2016: Up late after playing a rock show, feeling more and more irrelevant to the people we typically play for, the majority of whom are easily young enough to be my children.
- 12/30/2016: Tired, irritable, and a little braindead, I find myself wondering what Henry David Thoreau — a pencil maker himself — would think of the one I’m scratching words onto paper with right now.
- 12/31/2016: The day ending cold with sunshine — after tracks along the creek bank, deer and elk on Mount Jumbo, and a good, greasy plate of my mom’s cooking — followed by a quiet evening at home, isn’t the worst way to close out a year.