Alice Munro

Weather I thought would happen did and then didn't, disintegrated into its past or future because I am living at the moment in Wyoming, place where I go to bed fully awake and wake up completely asleep.

When I woke this morning I was happy to hear that Alice Munro had won the Prize. People who say she's written the same story year after year have no idea what they're saying.

Fully awake, after 3 cups of Cuban coffee, I look out the window and see the sky doing something I've never seen it do, a little dance between the Light and Dark forces of the universe, between what I thought was happening and what was really happening, like it was either a scene in a story by Alice Munro or in celebration of her Prize.