A bit of rainwater in my latte, please.
How did I survive winter, with so rare a glimpse of sun?
I tuck my jeans into my rubber boots (which have plunged into so
many creeks) and pull out my hood to shield me from the sky.
There is practical: I do not want sogging hair down my neck.
There is ideal: I want to feel sky on my face.
How long has it been since I went to the woods?
Something like a week?
After days I begin to ache.
This is how I survived. The woods, in all seasons.
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