A Time For Sleeping March 22, 2018April 5, 2018 A Time For Sleeping Saturday was a cold, gray day. I lit the fireplace for a quick warm up. Before leaving the warmth of the cottage I wrote a little more, donned my hoody and coat turned off the gas grabbed my camera and entered the cold but beautifully pure, refreshing northern air. I walked up the hill, along 23 to the alabaster pipeline then backtracked toward where my journey began. At the bottom of the hill frozen water looked like a small stream or a miniature river system or what a large river basin would look like from high above. Two sets of raccoon tracks lead to a fork along the frozen highway dusted white with snow where they parted ways. My frozen world had become suspended in time, fully sleep within the ground of shadows, all things living framed in shades of gray naked, dead or alive and waiting. But, for what? For summer’s light to return life’s burning ember, for warmth to come again, a time to grow from liquid water sugar fed the leaves and buds of trees absorbed from sunlight stored a hundred differing shades of green their roots reaching deeper seeking … seeking … seeking to remember … But for now?… a time for sleeping .,.. Share this:TwitterLinkedInRedditPocketPinterestPrintEmailMoreFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related