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”

After the Bomb, Stars

The night held its breath. The frigid damp framed the stillness and amplified solitude and serenity. The stars were impossibly bright, undimmed by the gossamer haze of scattered, filmy clouds that hung like tattered rags upon the bodies of the constellations. Sky-diamonds of light, miracle remnants after the bomb cyclone that had raged just hoursContinue reading “After the Bomb, Stars”

Weathering the Storm

The wind howled around us, tearing through the woods with an intensity that felt almost personal, each gust an assault. Wally and I trudged along the trail, braving a barrage of fir cones and branches as the trees seemed intent on shaking off anything they could, throwing down warnings of splintered limbs and debris. IContinue reading “Weathering the Storm”