When everything around fades in fall dust, the huddling warmth creates a blanket of sun against the frost glistened ground.
The hornet and the maggot - a lesson in gluttonous shame.
There is something about falling asleep reading that makes dreams worth having.
Chaotic evidence of a childhood war left unfinished. The basement floor is a scrapbook of Saturday night's souvenirs.
Makes me wonder where our journey started?