Some trudge through winter, step by sloppy step,muttering grievances under their breath:“It’s cold. It’s dark. It’s wet,” they say—as if the sky owes them blue. Yet this season holds its quiet gifts,a softened hush, a space between.Sometimes the surprise of nature’s artful arcsits like a secret, a gentle placeto impart calm, perhaps some peace,bequeathed toContinue reading “Quiet Gifts of Winter”
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The Trickster
The trees closed in like old friends whispering ancient secrets that the north-facing moss had picked up from the wind. A chilly breeze nudged the softwood sentries into and against each other, rubbing out the familiar hum-whine-creak of forest music that is the usual soundtrack of our daily walks. Wally pulled the leash taut, theContinue reading “The Trickster”
The Tides that Shape Us
The clam shell lay half-buried in the wet sand, its curved edge peeking out, a wink from the shoreline. The beach was quiet, humming with subtle hints of life; distant gulls cried softly, their voices carried by a cold breeze that brought the tang of salt and slap of winter. With Wally sniffing curiously atContinue reading “The Tides that Shape Us”