All Posts By: Byron McCoy

        Unwinding and ending day, I smoke from bench and patio’s view.  Short sleeves, gift of an almost-summer day in heart of winter.  Not all miracles need be profound.  What matters is we see—and today was one.         Wind chimes blow and gift a song as I rest in my own silence.  Cigar is gone, […]

        That’s another thing about gifts: they’re for who they’re for and that’s the point, even if they mean little or nothing to anyone else.  They’re personal, and it’s the personal that makes the meaning.  You can’t buy that on shelves, find meaning in someone else’s marketing.  It’s from gifted to the gifted—expression of a value […]