(Reno, NV) We are dustpeople, rushing headlong through a brown mist, so wrapped up in busy-ness that we can’t see clearly. We are short-sighted, our long-range vision obstructed by dust. We can’t get our bearings. We can’t see where we are, what’s around us, or where we’re going.

Only under the clouds, in shadows, snow and rain, do we regain our clarity, our focus. Black trees and white, white snow.