The weather as it hits the landscape is an unfinished pencil sketch, faint and muted with smudges of cold brushing across the canvas of my skin. It is early morning, but still too light for color. Everything is gray- burnished silvers and fresh charcoals show themselves before the sun’s ascent dulls and chars the view, [...]
August 6, 2008
Shelter
It wasn’t much, really, just an old barn in the middle of a field on the edge of town. As he glanced at it now, the childhood memory formed thirty years ago of an impressive structure was irrevocably tarnished by the image before him. He couldn’t count the number of times that the present had [...]
