I love early snow now, though. Especially snow that happens when you least expect it and just sprinkles down for a while. It feels like a secret.

But you’re an artist. you should know there’s more to a story than the part happening right now.

[I]n spite of her work as a reference librarian, she discovered that life isn’t about knowing all the answers. The best we can do is make peace with our questions, learn who we are, know...

A gust of wind rattles the window, and I look out. Leaves are whooshing all over the place, flying past horizontally as if they have engines of their own.