March 12, 2017
The Warmth of Home
I burned my toast this morning. It was a small, silly mistake, but the smell of scorched bread filled the kitchen and...
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Reflections
March 12, 2017
The Weight of a Wing
There is a specific silence that follows a bird’s departure from a branch. It is not a true silence, but a sudden,...
March 12, 2017
The Art of Holding Still
I once spent an afternoon in a field in Norfolk with an old man named Arthur who spent his retirement watching birds...
