Not All is Lost

Heat wafts over the night breeze and the somber smell of wood smoke settles in the neighborhood. Two stories are no more and the once sturdy foundation is now a bed of coals. Amid the destruction, I am struck by an overwhelming wave of gratitude. Not all is lost. With our arms around each other, …

The Forest

I found an old man in the woods, tending his fire. He bid me sit and I obliged, only too happy to rest my feet.  Slowly, the silence of the forest grew stale and I got to talking. I told him my tale and he listened. I told him my dreams and he listened. I …