evening sit with the boy.
blue twilight, chilly wind. before our sit, we were walking outside at dusk and heard a chipping/peeping sound above us. i looked up and watched a creature flying through the air slowly in large circles, its wings beating rapidly. looked about the size of a robin. from what i could make out in the dim light, it didn't have a prominent tail. pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, very rapidly, like a dove's wings, only continuous.
flushed one of these creatures out again from behind my pine at the sit spot tonight; it had been roosting down low, if not on the ground. whipporwill? do bats ever venture down to the earth?
everything was enlivened tonight amidst the roaring of the wind. the trees were vibrant, dancing. the sky was maxfield parrish blues. the earth was rich, dark. the snow glowed dark gray.
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