As I write, the window is open, letting the sticky summer air of Carolina drift in, disturbed by a ceiling fan stirring it around to keep me comfortable. Sounds fall in that window as well — birds chirping and the low swell of the occasional car passing by. I took Mason to the diner across […]
A Bend in the Path
As I write, the window is open, letting the sticky summer air of Carolina drift in, disturbed by a ceiling fan stirring it around to keep me comfortable. Sounds fall in that window as well — birds chirping and the low swell of the occasional car passing by. I took Mason to the diner across […]
