I linger in the parking lot, comfortably wedged behind my steering wheel, grateful to have a heater, and food…

I found myself at a canoe portage today, without a canoe…

Some days run like a bad movie, starting at 6 am, when the cat knocks something off the desk, indicating he needs to be let out…

"And just so you know, we add a 3% surcharge on credit card transactions" she said, while gracefully maneuvering the plastic card, much as a waitress might deftly slide a plate from beneath a diner's mouth, mid-bite…

Was it just a few days ago when in a cavalier attitude I left the house with no long underwear? ..

They were lined up on both sides of the narrow river road, kayaker types from who-knows-where…

For me, it was the first pizza take-out, in about five years…

Placing the pile of pads & lists back on the table, & shaking myself out like a wet dog, I reach for the door handle, pull, and step out onto the back porch for air…

We met where we'd always met, before our world tumbled into chaos, driving from opposite sides of the state to reclaim the tiny table against the wall, in a scuffed corner between the coffee pot, bread rack and row of plastic covered diner stools…

She said it was only her second day on the job…

Is it big snow or a mood, that arrests the inhabitants of snow land?

As dump day rolls in, I'm up to my ears in cardboard boxes, and using a grafting knife which is what's in my pocket, I cut & slash, and flatten, enacting the trash ritual, something we all do, in our own unique ways...

My couch moving crew was coming, so I had my work cut out for me to make sure this operation would run smoothly, and efficiently…

Things are moving along at my workplace …

I lost my routine woods circuit when I moved…

The woods is dark & deep at the best of times, but in the winter it becomes a place of a subtle, transcendental light, not emanating from anywhere in particular…

The grief of losing a life, someone close or a whole life that was yours, is something many of us hit, eventually, and are floored by…

"Yeah, so I guess we have to move that outlet", I continue, "now that the wood box is going there." …

I took it as a sign when my phone died while I was splitting wood, sometime around mid-day…

Over the roofs of men & mice, the mountains run on their own high powered fuel…