Hockey • 2022

The legs feed the wolf.

June 2022

“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.” — Steinbeck

May 2022

“At last came the golden month of the wild folk–honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.” ― Samuel Scoville Jr.,

March 2022

March is such a fickle month. It is the seam between winter and spring—though seam suggests an even hem, and March is more like a rough line of stitches sewn by an unsteady hand, swinging wildly between January gusts and June greens. You don’t know what you’ll find, until you step outside. – V. E. Schwab

February 2022

“Why, what’s the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?”
― William Shakespeare

January 2022

“I blink January’s lashes
and gush down December’s cheeks”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence