last light . . .
Last light of evening filters through our backyard tree branches . . . muted orange rays emanating from the waning, …
Last light of evening filters through our backyard tree branches . . . muted orange rays emanating from the waning, …
Spring thunderstorms blow through. Darkness descends. Lightening illuminates what darkness has engulfed. Thunder rumbles. Rain falls almost imperceptibly before a …
Watches of the night was a term developed in ancient cultures’ military groups. Three hour stretches beginning at 6:00 p.m., …
Forty years . . . of life without my dad. A dad who was full of life, laughter, jokes, love, …
The polar vortex is descending on our land. Frigid temperatures, snow and ice cover the midsection, expanding south and heading …
Forgiveness is a funny thing. Often much easier to receive than to give. Often not given because of some condition …
Pain comes. Pain goes. Pain comes . . . sometimes pain stays. An unwelcome guest in any life, for any …
Last vestiges of evening’s light are soft, yet brilliant as the parting sun leaves its mark. An orange golden glow …
July in Texas most often marks true beginning of summer. Little rain. Relentless sunshine giving notice that life draining high …
Out for an evening walk, the silence is profound. Cool, clear weather perfect. A soft orange glow filters over rooftops, …