Coal

All I can see are the forests,
The bright days, still pools,
The silent green dance of a fern,
The lazy meander of a log-jammed river.

The beginning

Dragged, kicking and screaming into the new millennium... more of a headlong rush, really. Right now having lunch, contemplating the drive home ahead of the snow. Thinking about the future. Babies, changes (lots of changes :-)), new responsibilities.