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364 pages, Paperback
Published February 4, 2022

There’s language to the woods and it’s speaking to those capable of listening, to ears taught to decode meanings mild or malignant. Geese flying, bees buzzing. Howl of a wolf, height of the clouds, face of the moon, colour of the night and the morning sky, movement of game, snowfall heavy or light — things mostly lost on most people. Where others heard the winds in the maples, the trapper smelled the sap on the breeze. A wind veered northerly and where another might think the evening cold, he knew frost was coming early and the temperatures would stay cold for a week and the bears would feed heavily before the berry bushes died and the deer would be more active at dusk, at dawn. Inflections of the forest, cadence of the wilderness, language of the North.
In the hospital of the small town when she gave birth and he saw for the first time this new little human they had made, crying eyes and flushed skin and fingers and toes and everything so tiny that they couldn’t even be real at all, in this newborn boy he saw those same divine contours as his wife’s, the artist’s telltale style and signature apparent at this second unveiling of holy work. Though he’d mostly lost his belief by that time, seeing the child being born nearly returned it like a dam broke and that belief came flooding in. So what did that make him? Some keeper of godly artifacts. And that was his working definition of father, of husband. So carve him in stone and give him a sword and set him outside the walls.
“I asked your mom something similar. I asked her if she thought things happened for a reason. That’s what you and I are talking about here. She said to me yeah but not the way people mean it. The reason might just be something big exploded a long time ago and we’re bouncing around like marbles now. Complex marbles that somehow feel things...But she thought the world was beautiful too, regardless if someone was writing it. Regardless of chaos and marbles. Not always. But in lucky places. That’s what she believed.”
“What do you believe?”
“That’s what I believe too.”
“Yeah, me too,” said the kid.