Divining the Sky

 “What is it that follows along the gorge, going clapping its hands? The butterfly.”

~Aztec riddle (from Daily Life of the Aztecs

I perch on a set of stone steps, inhaling brisk morning air. Behind me: North Park Village Nature Center, a little hybrid island of prairie, woods, and wetlands in the big city of Chicago. No pastoral idyll, this. Muffled car traffic swooshes within earshot; planes rumble overhead, departing O’Hare International Airport. In front of me: a woman raises a small branch aloft in both hands and gingerly shakes the twig. She looks as though she is dowsing…

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