Cold Jeans

During a vacation high in the mountains almost fifty years ago, my jeans were so stiff and cold in the morning that I was afraid to put them on. And so my mother warmed them for me on the wood stove. Now she痴 old, in bed asleep, dependent on my care, and I知 sitting with my back to an open window, inspired by the morning chill, listening to scrub jays calling from the trees, thinking about fall spiders waiting for warmth, their miraculous, dewy webs . . .

September 10, 2008

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