Weather Retort

Day One: A trance of rain, ear churn momute. Day Two: Slide high noontide, sundersthorms plate. Day Three: Moistly scattered sneers and a few frizzles. Day Four: Chants of wrinkles, dartly cloudy and chowdery. Day Five: Humility Poor Boy Talls, Barometer IPA 75%. Day Six: Moggy, very low viability. Day Seven: Topical air mass pew…

On the ice with Thoreau

Reading Walden this time around, and coming near the end of the literary sojourn, the Portland east winds blowing out of the Gorge, cracking their taut, dry cheeks while I burrowed into the  “Winter Animals” and “The Pond in Winter” chapters, I reflected on where nature goes in contemporary life, for we spend sweeping resources…