A beautiful article on finding presence by Diane Ackerman, a writer known for reminding us of our connection to the natural world.
It was a spring morning in upstate New York, one so cold the ground squeaked loudly underfoot as sharp-finned ice crystals rubbed together. The trees looked like gloved hands, fingers frozen open. A crow veered overhead, then landed. As snow flurries began, it leapt into the air, wings aslant, catching the flakes to drink. Or maybe just for fun, since crows can be mighty playful.
Original article posted June 10, 2012 in the New York Times by Diane Ackerman.
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