BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… RAIN, SUN, SWEAT. The heat waned marginally as the sun slowed to the horizon. Another day almost done, another mile, another thought, another schedule. Slowly, the crazy and swirling thoughts and voices past and present began to fade. The late afternoon sun might have dropped the temperature, but not the humidity. End…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… THE ZOMBIE STORY HOUSE. The young maple leaves play a sweeping tapestry across the white limestone bricks, big, thick, crystal limestone the color of a tawny lion in a faraway land. The house was a good house, is a good house, but no one lives here, not anymore. The windows are dark…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… THE BITTER MARCH WIND. The bitter March wind stirs the red oak leaves on the hillside, leaf litter heavy in the late afternoon. The sky has cleared, temperature dropping quickly. Thankfully, the cab of my F-150 is warm as I navigate the going-home traffic. I turn the wheel north, north through the…