The red summer sun sets behind Rattlesnake outside my west-facing window.
*Fun activity: See if you can locate the pop culture reference in the ballad, and what blockbuster from the '90's I'm referencing. :)*
I still occasionally find myself crawling out of my chair in my office and lying on the floor, staring up at the white popcorn ceiling, yellowed by the soft light of my lamps, getting lost in the sea of texture, and losing any momentum I had previously gathered.
The leafless skeleton of a cherry tree, yet to show any blossoms, stood rigid at the corner of the barn.
I also wanted to take this time to try and establish some direction to my blog. People often ask me "What is your blog about?" It's a fair question, considering most...
The wind rushed through his hair and kissed his scalp, his legs churned, his arms reached toward the sun, and his eyes were locked forward as the water closed in on his vision—
The outer walls of the barn were a faded and chipped pink; the original coat of vibrant red paint had long since decayed. The white trim hardly held as well, the sunbaked boards naked and exposed.