The writer in me is forever on alert for settings. Deep in the forest lies a grandfather tree with dense, green moss coating its scraggly branches. It doesn’t lie alone. Eerily creepy is the shady, dank stillness beneath a canopy of firs. The silent, electric air precedes danger. That something will happen, that the THING…
OK, they aren’t blue, those are serious, hot eyes, maybe even a little attitude eyes, and they brought me to my knees, as does the song. Elton can do that with his deep, melodious voice. The song makes me melt. But that’s another post. There are some things in life that stop us in our…
“Don’t ruin a good today by thinking about a bad yesterday.” — Author Unknown Sunrise today, glorious Mt. Hood.
finding merle 