last week we stayed two nights at the house of worldly things. no, that is not its actual name — it is the name I’m giving it. I am sure there are countless houses like this in the world, but this one in particular is located in the Berkshires, deep inside the embrace of trees
Those chicken feathers blew like pillow feathers in the wind. Somewhere in Middle America — maybe it was Wisconsin, South Dakota, or Minnesota — somewhere in big sky country where the horizon didn’t end
