We've been putting it off all day. One more accomplishment, and then we'll go, we tell oursleves. We are surprised to look up and see the long shadows of evening crossing the yard.
So we step away from the computer and the emended pages. We abandon the house and its electricity for the energy of wind and growth.
The end of April in these mountains vibrates with a delicacy unlike any other week, tender and gleaming, quaking with life. We go to be in it while we can.
In the woods there is less sky by the hour. The crowns are filling in. Soon in the forest it will be dusk all day. But for now, backlit by corridors of sunlight, the ground is bejeweled.
Join us.
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