"Writing is a way of saying you and the world have a chance."
Monday, December 06, 2010
Fall to Earth
I keep falling and falling to earth. Through it, even. Soft ground and air so cold you could stand on it. You're here. And there are trees. And inside our small cabin we're writing things and staring off into space, which is really a wall, but we call it space. December, I love you.