Observations

Every morning the sun rises and I get up and move through the day. The calendar clicks forward another number and I do it again the next day. A granular view of time

Deborah and I both roll on our sides to go to sleep. We roll on opposite sides, away from each other. During the course of the night, we each wind up on our

The door swung open and the darkness inside swollowed the light. A figure strode out confidently. His long black coat flapped behind him as if the wind had caught it. The black hat

When it is one degree Fahrenheit outside you improvise booties for the dog with balloons. They kind of worked. When they stayed on his feet.

The trees in winter are stripped of their leaves and create a their own kind of mystery. It wisps and swirls among the branches rather hiding in the lushness of a summer forest.