Day 14, Tuesday, March 11

another twilight sit.

noticed the spaces between the pine branches tonight. enough for an owl to swoop in and land. enough for a child to sit on a branch and have a good view.

the trees now have an arc of cleared ground extending from the southeast to the west, echoing the shape of the moon these days, but a little broader. sat today in my snowpants, boots, bulky warm winter coat, hat, scarf, and perfectly content in the cold. felt myself a fox, or an owl, fur or feathers fluffed up to hold the warmth, perfectly at home in the cold, perfectly suited to be out in it. how bare-skinned we humans are, how naturally ill-prepared for this weather! wanted to be like the animals and the birds, who sit, trot, fly naturally and in harmony outdoors, complete unto themselves, self-sufficient. but we found the furs and skins to suit us, and then the plants as well, and here we are today, able to be out of doors in all weather, but instead shutting ourselves up almost all of our living moments under rooves, between walls, raising our children this way, establishing a society built upon being indoors, living unquestioningly this existence of cave-dwellers, cave-livers.

could smell the earth today, on the breeze. contemplated, while sitting, where i will build a shelter this coming summer, with the branches of our friends the trees who will be taken down for the new road and house that will be built here soon.