Ah…. That 1962 sunshine, radiant and warm, poured down from a sky so blue it seemed limitless. Captured in a snapshot, it was a memory of light pressing against the edges of that moment. There was a hint of a lazy afternoon, with shadows stretching languidly across the grass, and the air carrying the scentContinue reading “The Old Elm Tree of Clizbe Avenue”
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concert in the car.
#6 Billy’s eyes are closed as he drives, his body moving with fluidity and grace as he conducts the invisible orchestra. Billy’s eyes are closed, but his facial expression is one of pure bliss. His body sways and moves in fluid motions, almost like he is dancing in his seat. Billy’s body sways and movesContinue reading “concert in the car.”
8 February snow
By the time you get to February, you’re sick of winter. You think of red hearts, valentines, and presidents of the United States, but you’re still in February, and it’s all cold and snow. The Earth is sleeping. Everyone seems to be sleeping; even when they’re walking and talking and walking around very carefully soContinue reading “8 February snow”
