ice

visitor

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how strange it feels to return as a guest to this city where my children were born to sit above this frozen lake, barely a block from where she squeezed them into the world. chicago ice is harder than ice in the mountains   all blocks and harsh geometries, the cold indifference of the city. … Read more

old snow

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  old snow     I’m old enough now to feel the arc of my life rising over the years, the shape of it and the erosion of old certainties beneath. when we’re young we experience ourselves as a point as beings out of time. but I’ve knelt in this cathedral long enough now to … Read more