They don’t make stockings like this anymore. Well, they do. In truth, a woman from the snowy mountains of Montana knit this stocking for me. It’s crafted from fine acrylic yarn; harvested from the finest acrylic sheep. Their fleece is so soft and synthetic, they make Merino sheep seem subpar.
In the moments of quiet, I thought about stillness, how stillness requires effort, that stillness does not imply inaction or doing nothing. The deer, when she hears your footsteps, is intentional in being still. It takes effort not to move.