The wind blew sharply and the coiling clouds scuffed the treetops. He stood, looking. Years ago, he had stood here holding her hand, both of them looking. Now, it was just him. His arthritic fingers cramped, and he gently rubbed his old hands together. He had promised her he would come here one last time. [...]
Joshua was just a dog who stumbled over her own paws when she was just a pup. I used to pick her up and run with her through fields at sunset, let her sleep warm in my arms, and sometimes in my bed. And in return, she gave me love. That may seem strange to [...]
George valued proximity. Grew up in the suburbs, but always felt drawn to the mountains. Went there whenever he could as a teenager–jumped into the old car and drove up north to be as deep in the woods as possible. For as long as possible. George never felt really comfortable around more than one person [...]
Mr. Robert Frost undoubtedly gave this a great deal of thought before writing: ” The rain to the wind said/’You push and I’ll pelt.’/They so smote the garden bed/That the flowers actually knelt and lay lodged,/Though not dead./I know how the flowers felt.” Remember.