Slow day

"Moonlight is sculpture." —Nathaniel Hawthorne

I work in my college's library, and sometimes when there's not much to do I slip into the stacks and read Mary Oliver poems or chapters of Jane Austen. Today I loved Mary's poem. The spirit "needs/ the metaphor of the body."

We have a lot of snow here, and everywhere looks different now. There's white, and ice, and broken tree branches. Lace is pretty in the snow.
In just a few more days I will be flying home to Denver for the holidays.