619

Amid the pampas grass, new roads appear, shining black. A mystery, they beckon me to walk them, even run.

618

They say "morning sunshine" like it's a good thing.

617

The past wasn't what I thought it was. Most likely, the present isn't either. What do I do with that?

616

Soft puppy nibbles fingers, toes, then licks same softly, softly.

615

How much truth is unspeakable because we never invented the words?

614

There is nothing sweeter than loved ones softly sleeping, curled warm, quiet, and at peace.

613

Two great kiskadees perch over clear resaca shallow, waiting for their Thanksgiving feast.