Walking Alone, Leaving Butt Prints
The first light of this day is a few minutes old when I turn off the road into the Breeze…
The first light of this day is a few minutes old when I turn off the road into the Breeze…
Alone, I walk along the snow-covered boardwalk, pausing to look up the shallow, swift creek spilling its way through the…
Boot spikes crunch loudly in the hard, crusted snow, drowning out the calls of varied thrushes. Pausing to listen, I…