driving over ice-glazed roads under a sky quilted white, seams stitched with blue. contemplating the state of the world, which, perhaps, isn’t the way to start the week off right. instead, back home, i focus on the criss-cross maze of deer tracks etched across the snow. last night i was awakened by the resounding clang of antler against gutter; a buck searching for edible browse alongside the house. today: a bald eagle, silhouetted against the sky, perched high among fractal