The Morning After
This morning, it’s the wind. What with all the traveling, when I tear myself away from the cobwebs of a night’s dreams, it often takes me a moment to place […]
This morning, it’s the wind. What with all the traveling, when I tear myself away from the cobwebs of a night’s dreams, it often takes me a moment to place […]
The coyote stops midstep, left paw held aloft as if responding to a command to “shake,” and cocks his head quizzically at me. “We’re not doing all that, are we?” […]