Aug 22, 2017 · 1 min read
When I was little, living in the Midwest where Autumn and Winter change the landscape, all the adults referred to skeletal winter trees as “dead”. In my mind, this made Spring a very puzzling time. It took me years to realize Winter’s trees were only sleeping naked.
Your writing is as evocative as ever, and this piece has made me wonder if anything dead can be awakened, was it ever really dead?
