I’m so tired of words. They fall short. They beguile, they deceive, they disappoint. Meanwhile, we have the whole world at our fingertips. Mere observations come closer to the truth. Snow fell this morning. It came down heavy for a while. Now some blue sky is showing. Spindrift rises in waves off the pines up by the pond. A dying fly crawls along the windowsill. The fire is dying, too. It took hours to rev up; the wood is green or wet or both. The stove ticks as it cools. The clock on the bookcase is ticking as well. It all boils down to nature and time. That’s all we really have. The rest is wordplay.