I was up till 3am this morning working on an essay for school. Today I mailed 10 pages of rough draft looking at representations of nature in fiction. I have read and re-read Ernest Hemingway's "The Last Good Country," Andrea Barrett's "Theories of Rain," Lydia Peelle's "Phantom Pain," and Wendell Berry's "The Boundary."
That last story, "The Boundary," makes me weep every time I read it. On our camping trip, I read it to Andrew, and I could barely get out the last zinger of a sentence. Even when you know it's coming, it knocks the air out of you. If I could write just one story in my life that had that effect on people.