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

I moved carefully to my chair by the stove and sat down.

I did not sleep. Or I did not intend to sleep. But at some point in the early morning hours, with the fire burning low and the storm moving away to the south, I closed my eyes and did not open them again until dawn.

I woke to silence.

Not the ordinary silence of early morning, which has texture—birds continue reading …