November 28th, 2002 | General
on this day in… 2001

I like to watch the up-turned wingtips of crows in flight. They stroke the air like fingers.

Today is warmer, in the 40s. In the slight thaw I can smell the leaves, the earth once more. At Thanksgiving dinner we have Beaujolais Nouveau
, like on my first Thanksgiving away from home. It’s quiet. We sit close in the kitchen, a hot stove warming my back.