December 20, 2008
I am sitting on my Seattle bed and I am looking out my Seattle window and I know I should be sleeping, but the snow has turned the sky peach and pink and the whole world is glowing soft. And I am thinking about the little things and then I am remembering the expansiveness, the moreness of me, of everything. I am flying out into a limitless radius, encompassing the city and the people and the country and the world and I am part of everything and everything is a part of me. And nothing else really matters.
The snow balances on the top edge of the branches, a ridge line of white. The snow falls thick and light. All around the world, my friends are sleeping and waking. They are my people and I am theirs and I am breathing again, alone and quiet.