Katannuta

The last snow lives undiscovered, winter’s fat a gray-white melting beneath the carpet of last Fall’s leaves.

Ambiance provides background noise. Falling and melting water. Waves crashing on rocks, filling and draining tide pools. Crowds of cranes. The sound of a far-off French cafe in my earphones overdubbing the very real coffee shop around me.

Cow and calf moose in the yard, feasting on willows. All three of us survived a long, long winter.