Still Snow_Secrets Buried in Spring; Revealed by the Heat of Summer_Blown Fuse_Bad Coffee and Grief
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Still Snow
Somehow, I thought this would be fun. Away frwww.onedoor.ccom all of the hustle and bustle, a place to clear my thoughts. I’m not sure why in the world I rented this remote cabin. No phone service, no Internet, no electricity. Ha. I’m nuts. I wasn’t worried about starting a fire or cooking on a propane stove. I’ve done those things a million times. I wanted to see the pristine snow; see the animal tracks of those that ventured by. I know Jake will keep me safe and he’ll be good company. Whether he could scare away a big bear is another story but maybe they are asleep now. The bear not Jake. And he won’t eat...
Secrets Buried in Spring; Revealed by the Heat of Summer
Feeling light, like the breeze, in the fresh, Spring air, I opened the glass door to the flower shop. “How can I help you?” Greeted the smiling girl at the counter. I looked at her, and the display of flowers in the cases behind, through the large sunglasses I had gotten used to wearing over the twenty years of my marriage“Ummm …. A dozen Daffodils, please,” I decided with a smile.I breathed deeply of the scent of the bouquet the florist handed me, reveling in the bright, sunny color of the flowers. Stan had always had a grave dislike of Daffodils and their bright color. I suppose that’s why...
Blown Fuse
Be bold. Be brave. Be unafraid. Don't dream your life. Live your dream.It's not about finding yourself. It's about creating yourself.Donovan had these sayings and more plastered all around his house, office, and even his Toyota Corolla's bumper. That's where the habit formed. He'd accidentally backed into a light pole, scuffing the plastic and paint. He didn't want to turn the damage into his insurance for fear they would raise his rates. Later that day, he saw his first life quotes sticker at a convenience store and decided it was the perfect size to disguise the damage. That one purchase cha...
Bad Coffee and Grief
I peeled open the curtains that clung heavy with dust and squinted. Morning light was filtering in through the kitchen window despite a persistent cloud’s attempts at casting it aside. The dust falling in spirals onto the counter was just another thing rarely touched in our cemetery of a house. From the window, it was easy to see the backyard and the forest that ran adjacent to the property. The woods were slowly reclaiming the yard with every passing year and we did nothing to stop it. The irony was not lost on me as I poured myself a cup of stale coffee.Cardboard boxes were occupying most of...