Moonshadows at Midnight
Last night, after watching the game, I looked out my front door at Magic, then walked to the back of the house to see more. Moonshadows on the snow. Twins of tree branches on snow-covered ground, spread out like black spider-webs, searching with Sistine fingers, telling stories we’ll never truly understand. Yes, they talk, and talk, above ground, underneath it, across the globe, and they protect and defend. Each other. The natural world communicates a kind of practical, functional, oh…