Three mornings

Yesterday

Yesterday morning in the woods I met a man dressed in bowhunters' garb, using a golf club as a cane as he limped along, accompanied by his lovely, friendly English setter. This man had a face well used to smiling, though he had very few teeth. Our greeting pleasantries were interrupted by snowmobiles, grooming the trail. The second snowmobile dragged a thing like a harrow, un-compacting the hardened snow.





Today

In the Dunkin Donuts this morning, "I'm going to make a man out of you," fr...