Oh, then, on that spontaneous, light-filled day, the world will begin singing again after our dim, silent millennial waiting— —you and me and every one of us. After the dark days the sun will be no ...

have already done their job, retired into leaflessness. And one branch, where it used to be, is a black bowl of emptiness. Still, you reach and reach, bracing sky, practicing your live oak yoga. This ...