Musing, February 13, 2025
School of the World By Maureen Ash Late evening the car hits ice ona curve, slides toward the chasm butthere’s gravel, the tires grab,you breathe, drive home, carrygroceries in under the moon’s thinsilver feather, sweet winter cold fresh as water on your face. You have been a disappointment, youfailed, left an essential task undone, caused harm, it is too …