Saturday, November 21, 2009
And the glass descends again but this time it's no bell jar to trouble us. It's a clear globe, a crystal ball, and the snow stirs and whirls out our window. Soon we'll plomp our feet into boots and peel back the lid of a birch and fir path. Bear bells still on for now - their sleep is restless.
Posted by Chrissy Johnson at 12:18 PM