Winds of the New Year Evoke Reverie of Korea Where the Trees Snuck Up

Trees move at night. My father taught me this when I was a single-digit boy and he was eleven years home from the war in Korea. "At night over there, the trees never stayed still," he told me. "If you looked away and then looked back, the trees were never where they had been before. It looked like the North Koreans were hiding behind the trees to sneak up and kill us." We were walking from our farmhouse to a barn seventy yards away. Cows slept inside on straw bedding during winter. They sta...