They know something I don’t, these early morning birds, chirping among rays of gold and budding leaves. They know it without knowing it, likes trees and grass know growth like wings know air, like spring knows warmth. These birds without a name, unseen but heard, the heralds of another day, they are wiser than me— … Continue reading Morning birds
Trampling through the snow, floating through the snowflake flurry, I made my way to the edge of the neighborhood where the houses ended and the woods began. It was late at night and all the windows slept. Step after step, I climbed the spiraling incline to the deserted train station. The broken plastic waiting-chairs shivered … Continue reading White Night
Have you ever passed under the window of an old, abandoned house? Have you ever looked up, yearning for a beautiful face on the other side of the glass? Something about once proud houses now fallen into ruin that makes you slow down your step. A family once lived there. A man or a woman … Continue reading A Window Without a Face
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