A river runs through the snow . . .

Tuesday, December 23, 2025. It's Tiw's day … Easy Southerlies are forecasted to replace the mild morning fog with sunny skies and mid 70's this afternoon in TulseyTown. And my friend Chris sent me a note that said “The warmth of Christmas week will be physical this year, what with temperatures near 80º!”

Today is the birth date of Norman Maclean. The author (A River Runs Through It) was born in 1902 Clarinda, Iowa and grew up in Montana.

It's the birthday of Robert Bly. The poet in my top five was born in 1926 Lac qui Parle County near Madison, Minnesota. His poems are to be heard by his readings. The difference from the page to the ear is significant.

The hole in the street. – Jeff Krasno, Training the Unconscious. 12.20.25

As I drive my parents home through the snow

their frailty hesitates on the edge of a mountainside.

I call over the cliff

only snow answers.

They talk quietly

of hauling water of eating an orange

of a grandchild's photograph left behind last night.

When they open the door of their house they disappear.

And the oak when it falls in the forest who hears it through miles and miles of silence?

They sit so close to each other as if pressed together by the snow.

– Robert Bly, “As I drive my parents home through the snow,” The Light Around the Body, Harper and Row, 1967.