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.
I try to imagine my life as an 80 year old man, if I’m to survive that long. I try to imagine what that will look like, where I will be, and what I have accomplished. I try to see the unknown.
The tent flap opened slowly, oh so slowly. Slower than the trickle of honey. Slower than the hare that raced the bunny.
A summer breeze from the open screen door gently danced through the living room, and that, combined with the entertainment-center’s cool glass surface he was stretched out across, helped to sooth Rudy’s aching soul.