24 hours in late November.

This morning I walked to my office. I wish I remembered a jacket. The wind and rain chilled me to … Continue reading 24 hours in late November.

the intersection of I-10 and I-25.

Yesterday afternoon I mowed the lawn. It was a cool fall day, colorful leaves decorating the ground, crispness in the air. … Continue reading the intersection of I-10 and I-25.

When Brennan was 8-years old we heard him giggling in the back seat of our car riding to a soccer … Continue reading counting drips…

A small man. Just over 5 feet tall, 120 pounds with suitcase in hand. Quiet. Better said, nearly silent. I … Continue reading shuffling like grandpa.

Walking to the train this week, I’ve noticed a bike rider in the distance. She pulls to a stop, briefly … Continue reading stop and…