Morning hums in the gentle air,a rustic bed is waiting there.Warm sheets are rumpled, soft, and worn,a quiet space where dreams were born. Ornate lamps glow with amber light,a round mirror reflects the night.He lingers briefly, then he goes,a man released from workday woes. The door clicks shut, his steps are slow,the lake ahead begins... Continue Reading →| Grace of the Sun
John and Delores were running late because traffic was all backed up from an eight-car pileup on the freeway, crawling at a snail’s pace. They had miles to go before they arrived at their destinat…| A Unique Title For Me