local to local

Daily observations at or near Two Dot Spot, written by hand on the backs of postcards that record with ink and coffee a few minutes of the earth's orbit around the sun. The cards are physically mailed from Two Dot, Montana to those who have requested them...local to local. Ruth Marie Tomlinson


Even trees that have fallen sway in big wind. When I perched in the large relaxed U shaped branch in our downed cottonwood, the west wind rocked us both. The tree has fallen as far as it can, but I had to keep my toes curled in a “hold on” grip. There is a natural order to things, but I am not sure my perch is part of it. And yet, I couldn’t resist the U exactly holding my curved body. A pillow propped my head but it was important not to be inspired to sleep, diligence being required to keep from falling to the ground. I have assessed and trimmed every limb, and left a patch of lawn uncut to allow the tree’s touch points to rest in tall waves of grass. I want her to remain like this forever, though she will not. For now, I conform my body to her curves, imagining what it must have been like in that cold heavier wind that brought her crashing to my level.