photo by Noe Fornells @Unsplash Update from the Gently Down the Stream Department: I have been writing a lot of funerals... when I am...

I wander out and bend into mercy, pushing away leaves to find a purple coyote amongst the detritus.

I am watching a winter sunset and welcoming the evening after a big snow. More than a foot fell. The woods are quiet. I woke up with my...