Thursday, December 12, 2013

Carver's Happiness and the Winter Sweater of Richard L. Kohnstamm

"So early it's still almost dark out.  I'm near the window with coffee, and the usual early morning stuff that passes for thought."  -Carver, Happiness

Spending the night at Timberline Lodge, driving up in the warm sunlight to touch the soft wood around the fireplace and laugh at squirrels running beneath tables in the cafe.
"When I see the boy and his friend..."  -Carver, Happiness

We attack the bunks with a fury!
"Walking up the road to deliver the newspaper..."  -Carver, Happiness

My kids know what's up!
"They wear caps and sweaters, and one boy has a bag over his shoulder."  -Carver, Happiness

The sunlight outside is so blinding in the melting summer snow.
"They are so happy, they aren't saying anything, these boys."  -Carver, Happiness

Grumpy Indians won't stop us.
"I think if they could, they would take each other's arm."  -Carver, Happiness

We're throwing caution tot he wind.
"It's early in the morning, and they are doing this thing together."  -Carver, Happiness

I packed our winter sweaters...
"They come on, slowly.  The sky is taking on light, though the moon still hangs pale over the water."  -Carver, Happiness

Let's hit the around in the frozen ground.
"Such beauty that for a minute death and ambition, even love, doesn't enter into this."  -Carver, Happiness

Pretend we're kings and queens for a day.
"Happiness.  It comes on unexpectedly.  And goes beyond, really, any early morning talk about it."  -Carver, Happiness

Lay back around the fire that night, watch the crackling pop of red and orange flame in the dark, and laugh about it all.

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