Now my winter has come.

My father’s sun set on my tenth birthday. I wandered the earth in the shadow of the moon’s guidance until I reached the height of my youth and the fall into adulthood in all it’s freedoms and entanglements of responsibilities and conflicts.

What can I say of this time?

Conflict is in the air I am breathing. The cold has gotten into my body and sickness has set in.

Now I come to the time of my second winter and the glow of my mother’s moonlight has faded to smoke. I stand in the wilderness under a moonless sky with a flashlight in my hand and a cell phone with a GPS map in need of a update.

L. M. Parker