{"id":50980,"date":"2021-01-10T22:27:56","date_gmt":"2021-01-10T22:27:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stephaniessays.com\/?p=50980"},"modified":"2021-01-10T22:33:11","modified_gmt":"2021-01-10T22:33:11","slug":"breathing-in-autumn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stephaniekrzywonos.com\/staging\/6954\/breathing-in-autumn\/","title":{"rendered":"Breathing in Autumn"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div style=\"height:30px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I claim that autumn is my favorite season. It\u2019s December, barely winter on the solar calendar, but I am not relishing this, the bare brown in-between time. I have not experienced autumn since 2013 and I forgot that it has two parts: the burning hues and harvest and then the time before the snow. I crave that bright blanket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Normally, I would be working and living in Antarctica, inhabiting unending winter and sunlight, missing fall all together. The pandemic killed that possibility.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Instead, I ramble in the northern grey-brown woods at twilight, past empty vacation homes on Lake Champlain, longing to hear my boots crunching through snow. I want to see frozen air carrying my breath, over and over. This year is the year of breathing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I intended to be guided by the antennae and tentacles of my animal body, to be a body among bodies. I attempted to abandon my lenses, my dualistic categories, and my usual ways of viewing myself as the subject that is separate, different, and distant from the world as an object full of objects. But desire to glean from the brown bouquet of the woods came easier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I wanted to break, snip, and snap off twigs, bits of whirling vines, and dried flowers to take home with me as yuletide decorations. I sought consent from plants by gently bending them to see if they yielded, if they said okay. I didn\u2019t know what an answer would look like. And then I remembered the relationship between bears and blueberry bushes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">When I lived in Alaska, I squandered happy hours in the tundra picking blueberries, maneuvering my arm through the branches to minimize harm and collect one berry or cluster at a time. Fresh bear scat reminded me to stay alert; bears love berries, too. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But bears swipe bushes with muscular arms, knocking berries down and cracking branches as they go. The escapees seed the ground; a single branch heals into two stems\u2014the bushes grow fatter, like the bears.Maybe there is room for me to break branches, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:100px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator is-style-dots\"\/>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:100px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-gallery columns-2 is-cropped wp-block-gallery-1 is-layout-flex wp-block-gallery-is-layout-flex\"><ul class=\"blocks-gallery-grid\"><li class=\"blocks-gallery-item\"><figure><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1165\" height=\"1747\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/stephaniessays.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/niklas_hamann-HTWfTSwZXy8-unsplash-1-scaled.jpg?resize=1165%2C1747&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" data-id=\"51000\" data-full-url=\"https:\/\/stephaniessays.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/niklas_hamann-HTWfTSwZXy8-unsplash-1-scaled.jpg\" data-link=\"https:\/\/stephaniessays.com\/niklas_hamann-htwftswzxy8-unsplash-2\/\" class=\"wp-image-51000\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/stephaniekrzywonos.com\/staging\/6954\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/niklas_hamann-HTWfTSwZXy8-unsplash-1-scaled.jpg?w=1707&amp;ssl=1 1707w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/stephaniekrzywonos.com\/staging\/6954\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/niklas_hamann-HTWfTSwZXy8-unsplash-1-scaled.jpg?resize=200%2C300&amp;ssl=1 200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1165px) 100vw, 1165px\" \/><\/figure><\/li><li class=\"blocks-gallery-item\"><figure><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/stephaniessays.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/01\/michael-weidner-7uc4s-2bdrg-unsplash-1.jpg?w=1165&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" data-id=\"50998\" data-link=\"https:\/\/stephaniessays.com\/?attachment_id=50998\" class=\"wp-image-50998\"\/><\/figure><\/li><\/ul><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">By a marsh in the woods, I found milkweed, the exclusive nursery and food for monarch butterfly larvae and caterpillars. 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Leafless, a tree holds its breath.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I traced the milkweed with my fingers seeking remnants of the translucent shells of chrysalises, the underworlds, the cradles of monarchs\u2019 gruesome transformations into their next lives: metamorphosis means the caterpillar\u2019s body disintegrates, its cells self-destruct through enzymes into primordial butterfly sludge. I found no chrysalises, but the milkweed pods were split open, exhaling seeds, saying yes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:20px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The tiny brown seeds had soft hair, long and white like a crone. I threw a batch into the air\u2014the burst glowed in a flash against the dusk, glowed only because other beings were in shadow. The air carried the seeds to a swamp where they would not grow. 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