embers

Cloudy. Colder weather brings a different kind of snow. It blows off the car in the morning like fluff from a dandelion. It drifts slowly out of the sky like feathers.  Out of state license plates appearing. The ski season is upon us. Glowing embers in the bottom of the wood stove.

For if there is a sin against life, it consists
in perhaps not so much in despairing of life
as in hoping for another life and in eluding
the implacable grandeur of this life.
Albert Camus
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