Day 13, Monday, March 10

twilight sit.

still evening. everything in the world seemed at rest save the cars. one pale green blade of grass nodded lazily above the needles, which are expanding outward from the trunk of the pine toward the south, the snow receding and the memory of the yard becoming reality.

a little neighbor boy's mom called to him, then stillness, then again the door opened and she called, then stillness. minutes later, a sudden crunching announced his movement over the snow, from somewhere near their backyard shed. i couldn't see him through the brambles and tree trunks, but i could hear him chatting away to himself. then a sudden crash, and he appeared from behind a pine, collecting himself after a fall in the snow. his brother poked his head out the door, having been sent to find him, and upon seeing him, asked where he'd been. the little boy said "playing!"

wonderful little human, wanting to be out in the natural world.