PAUL CHRISTENSEN

The impeachment hearings in the Intelligence and Judiciary committees lifted me up cautiously, and suspended my disbelief ever so briefly. I was fragile hanging there in the air above my television, I was almost in a state of consolation. I could have extended a finger and felt the soft caress of an angel's wing I might have walked away for a second and found a cup of coffee smoking in the kitchen. I saw something in the golden illumination of the oven that looked like a chic

I saw two squirrels playing this morning, chasing each other up the black trunks of trees. They didn't seem to have a care in the world. Then one jumped down into the thick snow and hopped about, and reversed his steps. You can't go too far in this bleak weather without being spotted by a vigilant hawk. So he too disappeared into the stark shadows of a tree and the game was over. The snow continues to fall in thick swabs of cotton, heavy at times, light and crystalline at oth