-8\u00a0 falls 30.32\u00a0 SW0 wchill-8 Winter<\/p>\n
First Quarter of the Wolf Moon<\/p>\n
The Great Horned Owl who lives in our woods calls tonight, right now as I write.\u00a0 Whether he, or she, speaks to a lost love or wayward children I do not know.\u00a0 On a night this cold it could be the existential cry of the world, proclaiming the season at its depths.\u00a0 I often imagine this owl whose wingspan extends longer than my body and whose talons can lift a small dog or a young child with ease; I imagine this owl perched on a top limb of our tallest poplar.\u00a0 The gaze of this fierce predator, the apex predator of our woods, rakes the Wolf Moon, perhaps blinded by the light, but looking just the same.\u00a0 Because, like us, the moon attracts the eye.<\/p>\n
The Vikings lost to the Eagles.\u00a0 I don’t feel as let down as I have when the Vikings have lost other playoff games.\u00a0 Not sure why.\u00a0 Maybe because they did not come into this game a prohibitive favorite, then give it away.\u00a0 Perhaps because they played with heart and made some young team mistakes.\u00a0 I don’t know.\u00a0 But I’ll watch again.\u00a0 Peculiar, eh?<\/p>\n
Writing Homecomer took up the writing juice today.\u00a0 Little left over for this blog.\u00a0 I’ll let it sit a day or two, then read it with a red pen in hand. Go back to the computer and revise it.\u00a0 Then let it be.<\/p>\n
Now, back to The Given Day by Dennis Lehane.\u00a0 If you have not read it, and enjoy period pieces with rich characters and real historical drama as I do, then you’ll find this a treat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
-8\u00a0 falls 30.32\u00a0 SW0 wchill-8 Winter First Quarter of the Wolf Moon The Great Horned Owl who lives in our woods calls tonight, right now as I write.\u00a0 Whether he, or she, speaks to a lost love or wayward children I do not know.\u00a0 On a night this cold it could be the existential cry … Continue reading An Existential Cry?<\/span>