To think that the ancient partnership between wolves and ravens, long gone from this part of the world, had re-formed here was nothing short of awe-inspiring.

In Maine, you were a fool if you put away your snow shovel before Mother’s Day.

I thought about how every border on earth is a man-made fiction. The birds are never fooled.

I could tell it needled him that I could cast all ninety feet of my fly line and into the backing. He kept trying to muscle his line out farther and farther, which is the surest way to sabotage your casts.

He pointed the barrel at me from a distance of five yards. I heard the shot just before I dove into the lake.

I choke out river water, take the biggest breath I have ever taken, and look up at snowflakes blowing like feathers across the sky.

I fondly recall the magical time, two minutes earlier, when hypothermia was my major concern in life. I keep pressing my hand against my thigh.

She wore a nightgown that revealed cleavage deep enough to hide a kitten.

No bed with a dog in it is ever cold or lonely.

No scientific proof can make someone stop hating something if their hatred gives them pleasure.