My memory says we first met on a warm summer day when I was about four years old. We were … Continue reading My old friend.
It’s early Sunday morning. The sun is bright. The wind is brisk. It’s a sweater day — even if you’re … Continue reading we choose.
I sit alone. I wonder if my family will visit me soon… or not. Twilight is here… on another day, … Continue reading 25 years from now.
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.
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.