Tag archive: Chicago
Ice, Mud and Ashes
A Day at the Beach
The ‘Firsts’ of Spring
T his is the season of firsts, eagerly and duly recorded: first robin, first daffodil, first leaf buds, first day above sixty and then seventy degrees. In the northern part of the U.S. where I live, such firsts are savored as incontrovertible evidence, more telling than the date on the calendar, that winter has finally lost the tug of war and spring is winning the battle.
Snow Day: Making Tracks in an Unmarked World
B eyond the rim of snow banks, around the bend where the trail angles into the trees, lies an expanse of white as unexplored as a blank page. No matter that countless sneakered feet and bicycle tires ply this path in every season, on this wintry day all traces of humanity are scoured away by the wind’s husky breath.
The Sounds of Snow
I made a deliberate attempt to listen past my own noise, to discern each sound of snow.
Lillian always said she saw something in him; “I know what you can become.”