- a wet shave, a process like archaeology, and the bay rum's slap and tickle in the aftermath
- turning a corner to surprise a pheasant as it crosses the road
- duelling with two-foot-long icicles
- a sky black with crows
- standing at the range, whisking hot cocoa to foam over open flame
- beads—a sandalwood rosary—smooth against my fingertips.
- a hot shower on a cold morning
- four milk-teeth, a crooked staircase in the baby's grin
- trees blurring past the toboggan in squeals of vertigo and delight
- woodsmoke and its promises
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