Foxprints 🐾

The late morning light of an early summer sun dances on the ripples of a small, cool stream where it flows lazily from the mouth of a low mountain cave; glimmering and glinting off of roots and stone and dew within, and little fish, and wet moss, and myri…

The light of an infinite array of stars fell through the moonless atmosphere of a cool planet, finishing its long, lonely voyage across the cosmos to illuminate Brynton’s mountains in silvers for a pair of ancient eyes.

You were my hero.

At twenty-two hundred I leave metro Atlanta in my rented pickup, chasing a blood red crescent moon towards my battered homeland.

I love reading on the porch with the rain falling.

Mister Callais had begun his shift 262,973 hours ago, plus some odd minutes and seconds that he whimsically didn’t bother to count.

The tidal forces of time and opportunity are fickle masters, capable of creating opportunity from nothing, and rendering nothing from great possibility.

“Will you be around next month?”

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