I stare at rolling fields, watching the houses slip by. I look up at the mountains, noticing the warm tint on the trees that blanket them. It’s past 7 PM, one of the most beautiful times of the day in Vermont. I’m in the car, staring out at this beauty. It sinks in how glad I am to have moved here. It feels like every day I’m on vacation. I look out into the pretty sky, the grand mountains, the vast valleys. Beauty. Peace. Vermont.
…what is this?
Is it…
No.
It can’t be.
But…
It looks like…
Good news?
And a feeling, something almost forgotten.
Hope?
Shhhhhhh, no no no no no!
We mustn’t jinx it.
It’s so rare
October 17th, 2025. 3:35 pm
I go to the woodshop
Grab some cardboard
Walk over to the weeping willows
Find a large stick and
Break off the uneven twigs
“When you’re living on your knees you rise up.”
Some people are on their knees because
They’re bowing down to him.
Some people are on their knees because
They’re hopeless.
Here, take my hand.
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