Be at peace with your decisions. They fly on the wind. They rest on the waters and make their way in spite of you. Know yourself. Explain yourself. Never make excuses.
Solstice today. Longest day of the year. There’s something in that. The preparations for winter begins.
I’m coming out of the coal and the wood smoke. Where the rivers run from reservoirs to everywhere but here. From the song of steel from anvils on fire. From the great forest felled that leveled ground to excise the frontier for houses.
Where the rivers ran from end to end capped in slippery spines of bark. Full to the brim with this new commerce. Dry soils filled with sand and rocks carried here by great glaciers, their bones make wary paths for plows in fields.