During A Violent Storm, A Woman Sheltered Four Wolves — By Morning, Her Home Was Unrecognizable

and there was nothing to occupy the mind except whatever the mind chose to do with its own time. I thought about the evenings we had spent together in the apartment, the particular quality of those evenings, the specific texture of that life. I thought about how long it had taken me to understand that a life with texture is not to be taken for granted,continue reading …