It's very difficult to look at the World and into your heart at the same time. In between, a life has passed. — Jim Harrison, After Ikkyu & Other Poems
FIELD NOTES #24 Winter comes in waves: first, it’s the chill, then, it's the wind. Before you know it you're knee-deep in snow and praying for spring. One moment you were there, bright-eyed and smiling, that grin between your ears like a row of gravestones, all polished and new. We should’ve saw it coming. The next time we spoke you were garish and gray, huddled over the toilet and looking at your red Reflection dancing in the bowl. It was winter and you were cold. But between the dry heaves you pointed out the first signs of snow. Winter comes in waves. tears do too. Who can think of spring while snow settles on your tomb?