BarbChamberlainOh, this piece by Freya Rohn is such a deep, cleansing breath of air. https://freyarohn.substack.com/p/in-the-name-of-the-breeze-2b8
In the name of the breeze...
As I write this, a moose has been bedded down outside our kitchen deck for a few hours this morning. Her eyes closed slightly, amazing, thick velvet ears telescoping at the sounds heard from our house—the dogs (always), doors closing, feet upstairs crossing the room loudly. I never tire of seeing them, of the still surprise as they appear in this suburban neighborhood, walk into the yard, move on behind the house into the small greenspace that opens out eventually to the coastal flats. As it settled down and tentatively began to close her eyes, her breath huffed softly on exhale—wind that moves in and out of all of our bodies—made visible in the cold.
