4 walls

Windows are canvases inside
a house of dim dust and quiet
preoccupation. Autumn
with its relaxing tone is
wonderful. It is a deep,
reluctant acceptance of change
and of nature. To see it from the

west window at dusk is second
only to touching it. The deep
shadows outlining the prairie are
inviting, “come and take a
deep breath of me.”
I oblige and drive
to the heart of it, an early evening
drive to the north.

I take the long road to the west
through the winding road, down a
calm valley. Where the grass is green
even in the fall. The correction line is
a dirt road without gravel, it looks
as if it is muddy glass. Gentle and
quiet to walk on but hollow and

emotional. Here I often cry.