It’s time to go to work. I have the keys, my purse, and my iPhone. I took my vitamins and my allergy pill. Text me. Just let me start the car. Oh, wait, where are my gloves? Argh, the dry cleaner’s receipt. Cash to tip the massage therapist. I’ll just grab the emergency stash. Remember to follow-up with the farm sitter. And, off I go. Really, I’m ready.
Now, where are my driving glasses?
If you were an angler, would you long to see the Green River? And you, River, would you teem with rainbow, brown, and cut-throat trout under whipping winds, rain and
My sneakers shuffle softly over the white sand to push against the tepid ocean water. My shins make a soft, swoosh sound, as quiet as the ocean waves. My eyes
Hear ye. Hear ye. Lend thy earto hear a tale of my man here, more Rubenesque than Roman God, no covering for his top façade. Still, a fine specimen by