On keeping a paper notebook
Every autumn I buy a new notebook and promise to fill it by spring. I never do, but the half-empty pages are a record of what mattered enough to write down by hand.
The first frost
The birches turned in a single week this year. The ravens came back to the old pine by the river, louder than ever, arguing about something only they understand.
Why letters, still
A letter asks for patience from both sides. That is exactly why it is worth sending: it says the reader is worth the wait.