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Rainy Windy Day
I open my eyes and wonder what words await while the sound of raindrops landing on the porch bannister become more apparent. The open umbrella left to dry billows like a chest taking in air. I inhale, exhaling as the truck idling beside the sidewalk out front pulls...
When the Cloud Lifts
Morning arrives earlier than in days past. I wake in the dark long before daylight, somewhere between midnight and daybreak which suits my disposition. Admittedly, I’m passing through the dark, but heading toward dawn. When the cloud settles upon you, stay put, the...
Sunday Morning
Seriously? You’re going to write about the crashing waves? Yes! Can you think of anything more exquisite? Seriously? Look at the golden mustard and pink phlox rising up against the silver of the sea. That’s much more interesting. No…not now,...