On Losing a Puppy, Seeing a Planet, and the Peculiar Nature of Winter Rain
I took out the Christmas trash last night, the bin overflowing, the recycling container filled to the brim. Evidence of many blessings. The rain made the night even darker, the pavement jet black, the streetlights straining and glaring. I parked the trash cans at the top of the drive, walked in under the porch, and then stood the…