Sometimes when the sky has turned a soft shade of green and the trees are dark silhouettes and the earth is growing cold, I feel held.  Not so much personally as cosmically, like I get to be nestled onto this planet with everything else there is.  Like I have my corner of earth, too, and we’re all of us getting wrapped up together in darkness.  It makes me feel quiet.  It makes me feel a sweet sort of sadness that I can’t speak the language of trees.

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