I'm going to have to find an excuse to hang around at night at my parent's house some clear night in this cold. It is the most special time to be outside - bright moon, blue-black sky, gleaming snow blanket criss-crossed with the ever-thining branches. The air precise and the silence sharp. Moving around makes that bright squeak, but that seems like an insult to the night. Got to remember to breath - but not too deep or else the air stabs at the lungs.
I think I could do better to describe a meditation, but that's something. What I wonder is what would happen if I'm standing outside in the bright-dark and the deer start wandering by... They keep looking for acorns and the remains of the garden produce, so it could happen. Maybe I need to find myself a sturdy deer-whomping, er walking, stick. I think my dad still has that one I cut a 15 or 20 years back - a nice young hardwood (beech? ash?) about 5cm in diameter. I think it must still be in a garage somewhere - hard as all get out, and never cut so it keeps all the strongest aspects of being a tree. I thought I saw it a few months back, but it would be an excellent walking, er deer-whomping, stick. That is something I have to go looking for - definitely.
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