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1. In January on the way to Montreal, Bree and I stopped at a frozen lake. It was frozen solid and there were ice fishermen, camped out on the ice, fishing through holes drilled into the ice. I ran out onto the lake, totally entranced.
2. Walking through the forest on a moonless night with only a single red LED for illumination, tiny little specs of phosphorescent green caught my eye, then a piece of broken wood, the exposed meat of it glowing green, faintly but undeniably. We marvelled. We brought it home to show the chore boys. Foxfire!
3. Fireflies.
4. Jon told me a story, how when he was young he and a friend decided it would be fun to run away from the group they were with, to run into the corn. They got lost. They heard a motorcycle in the distance and thought it was the harvester, invisible, terrifying. * Kastan made me stop the car when she found out I'd never been inside a field of corn. We pulled over, between the highway and the ditches, and slipped into the cornstalks, swaying gently taller than our heads, quiet, infinite, repetative. I was reminded of John McPhee lying down in the midst of curious cattle. The cornstalks are also curious of the human interlopers, but unperturbed.
2. Walking through the forest on a moonless night with only a single red LED for illumination, tiny little specs of phosphorescent green caught my eye, then a piece of broken wood, the exposed meat of it glowing green, faintly but undeniably. We marvelled. We brought it home to show the chore boys. Foxfire!
3. Fireflies.
4. Jon told me a story, how when he was young he and a friend decided it would be fun to run away from the group they were with, to run into the corn. They got lost. They heard a motorcycle in the distance and thought it was the harvester, invisible, terrifying. * Kastan made me stop the car when she found out I'd never been inside a field of corn. We pulled over, between the highway and the ditches, and slipped into the cornstalks, swaying gently taller than our heads, quiet, infinite, repetative. I was reminded of John McPhee lying down in the midst of curious cattle. The cornstalks are also curious of the human interlopers, but unperturbed.
