I like light. I like the beauty of it, and the way it brings beauty to other things. There is no day more pleasant to me than a cool day, with a gentle breeze, where the sun shines down unhindered onto green grass, giving it a vividness it would never know by itself. Today, on … Continue reading Light
Wilby liked to give. All through his life, he gave to others: Little by little, or lot by lot. But sending things out, without more coming in, leaves a person empty. People did not like to give to Wilby. They didn't give to him, first, or give back to him, after. He didn’t mind — … Continue reading Wilby
I had to work today, so instead of a story, I present a series of related questions about which I spoke with a friend yesterday. We had differing opinions on the answers. • If an object is replicated precisely, with impeccable precision down to the very last molecule, is the copy of the object essentially … Continue reading Questions
Due to my work schedule, there will be no story post today.
“What if” is a frightening phrase. What if, tomorrow, when I’m pulling out of driveway, I don’t see the car coming up the hill? What if I slip and fall on my way down the stairs, and it’s more than a fall, it’s a break? What if I spend too much time at my computer, … Continue reading What if?
When water fills a glass, and it fills that glass perfectly, with no air inside and the water is clear and still and the light is hitting the glass just right — is it not hard to see the water, and the fullness? It looks, from certain angles, as though the glass is empty: not … Continue reading Glass
My favorite days are not those which are filled with golden light, where the sun streams unhindered down from above through the lens of a sky the blue of a baby’s eye; where the grass seems to glow a vibrant green, and a faint breeze carries the scent of summer flowers in full bloom, and … Continue reading Favorite Days