I was struck by something when I walked out of work on Tuesday to drive home for lunch. My coworkers and I spent the morning observing the pall of wildfire smoke descend upon us. A sheet of white slowly swallowed the spine of the hills rimming our valley. We could not tell where the sky … Continue reading Smokey Memory
Memories
The Slipperiness of Time
Memories are like ghosts, really. You go about your day just as you always do--- wash the dishes, straighten the couch, make coffee, drive to work. And just when you think everything is normal, you walk through some gossamer thread like a spider's web across your path. Suddenly you're not walking up the stairs to … Continue reading The Slipperiness of Time
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