Regeneration

It's a reach, but I'm sure I'll get there.

I awoke to a new morning. When I looked out the window I saw the grass shining like jewels woven over the earth. Fog hung in the air like a tapestry. I wondered how the sunlight could make the grass shine so brightly while the fog was thick and textured.

In Vermont we take our life into our hands as we drive through the splendour of the seasons. Seasons of snow and black ice, mud season, deer and moose season and the season of pea soup fog, so thick you can barely see a foot in front of you. We are white knuckled drivers who must throw caution to the winds and get on with life as it unfurls.