A violent wind blew in accompanied by rain, rain so fierce it felt as if the heavens were raging on the inhabitants of Earth. The sky was tinted green with strokes of grey and black mixed in. Giving off an ominous picture. The storm it seemed; had rolled in from nowhere. The old man stoodContinue reading “The Old Man – in the house – By The Sea. (a short story)”
Through the trees comes sunshine.It fights to make itself seen. In the cold morning, silence is broken by a train racing violently through town.Waking up the sleepy inhabitants. I step out of my back door.I stare out into nothing, flat lands, as far as the eye can see. Nothing obstructing my view. I lift myContinue reading “Small Town Symphony”
One summer on the Gunnison I learned to fly fish. Learned is a loose term, lucky is more accurate. I stood on the wing dam and threw out my line, praying for the best. To my surprise, no bites were taken, they knew better than to fall to this beginner. Later on, a timely castContinue reading “A Fishing Tale”
The cicadas hum their tune in unison a verse that feels like the final line of a summer play. They partner with the birds who sing a song all their own, beautifully off key. Sounds of neighbors in the apricots fill the air, the final curtain is prepared to drop on this warm season. BeforeContinue reading “Seasons Closing Ceremony”
In the misty cool morning, fog rolls through these old brick streets. Shops open up, people wave, smile, and laugh.They ready themselves for another day in small town USA. The simplicity of living here is relaxing and breathtaking, all at once.I used to hate the fact that I may never leave here. But wherever IContinue reading “Home – FNS # 23”
This sip of coffee warms me up. It wakes up my insides, dusts offthe cobwebs that have formedovernight. To say that I don’t need coffeewould be like saying the sun doesn’t need the moon,Or me not needing you. It’s ridiculous and untrue.
We were broke that year there wasn’t much rain. We took the horses out to the dry golden plain. A place that seemed you could see for days, riding the open space thinking things would never change. thinking back on that now grateful for where we are today To my wife, and Muffin and justice.Continue reading “Wild Horses”