Repeatedly, I’ve said that Vermont winter has two saving graces: its exquisite beauty and skiing.
On my way home from work today, I stopped briefly at #10 Pond in Calais, where it was just me and a black crow and two pairs of footprints with a sled trail.
Winter, perhaps, is equally about economy, and economy is poetry.
There are certain times where it does not matter if you hear the word yes or the word no in answer to your question, whether you turn left or right, you will reach your destination.
Not many but some.
Joy Williams, “89” in Ninety-Nine Stories of God