There is no way to peace. Peace is the way.
– A. J. Muste

Thanks to my brother Tom, who inspires me by marching in protest of war.  

Only a dusting of snow – enough to catch fresh footprints, is all. Early, before wind and sun and squirrels can scatter them all, I see bird feet – probably dark-eyed juncos
– in a brief tête-à-tête under the feeder.