Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Quite a while since I've been here. I went to Georgia for the new year. Cold with snow on the ground. Ernie's house sits on acres of land, with a creek running through it and cornfields plowed up. I like to look for deer hoofprints while I walk. There were prints of something canine - maybe a fox? So quiet I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, hear the leaves crunching underfoot. They were curled, these old leaves. Things curl up as they age, people do too. Have you noticed that? Once shapely and green and soft, now brown and curled up on itself. I notice I'll curl if I don't remind myself to stand straight. We have lots in common, the leaves and me.