In the early mornings I’ve been hearing geese honking, crows, and a woodpecker, here or there at one of the tall trees, knock knock knock. I miss the sound of white winged doves, so gentle. Yesterday evening we drove up to the place of one of my sister’s friends. Up through steep, deeply wooded—such tall, tall trees—and winding roads, so shaded in places there was still snow at the roadside, though the temperatures have been up in the low 60s in the afternoons. We sat at the friend’s fire pit, t...