the lights never dimmed
only his recollections
deeper in the woods
hermitage has its rewards
deeper in the woods
he saw he saw more clearly
deeper in the woods
one can find refuge from light
gain enlightenment
She tells him about her niece, visiting a museum and floating away, ecstatic, wandering around coatless in the mid-winter solarium, inhaling imported blossoms and listening to her children do their best to imitate the birdsong so long ago vanished from their now-white front lawn, buried in a foot-and-a-half of new snow and awaiting the thirty-below-zero wind chill predicted for Thursday, the day before their return to Suburbia.
He tries to explain to her his reticence about undertaking such a sojourn himself, his reluctance to even accompany her should she decide to do so. He hates his resistance, knows he’d been far more adventurous in most of his previous lives, but the being he currently inhabits automatically rebels at the thought of even considering such an odyssey.
hermitage winter
spreads across all four seasons
solitude prevails
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Tuesday Twiglet #310
~ dimmed lights ~