the way home

 

 

 

 

“The house was quiet and the night was calm”

~ Wallace Stevens

 

 

 

snowstorm casualties

 

 

 

 

 

 

going home

 

“The film of your days and nights is wound up tight in you, never to be re-run – and the occasional flashbacks are faint, blurred, unreal, as if seen through falling snow.”

 

~ Sylvia Plath