I usually hang white icicle-style string lights ahead of the winter holidays, but I drape those around the top of the home’s front picture window, across the gutter on the roof over the front porch, and then around the peak ofthatroof. Those locations are much, much lower; still, I’...
” this brooding and urgent selection is, perhaps, a warning of what could happen if we let go of what little control we have of our lives. How many times have we let our minds get lost in the sound of driving rain while contemplating what has been and what we hope will be?