Browsing Category: Short Story

               There were worse things than to be snowed and wintered in, wintered more than snowed as it was sleet and ice that scratched on the wind in blow from west sounding on cabin’s wooden walls and panes of glass and amassed on lawn and bowed bodies of the trees.                 It was reason that […]

               New year came.  Sun rose earlier than in day before, its break in dawn more northward in sign and movement in sky; and in the morning light and warmth of particular, peculiar winter, they labored together breaking ground in preparing for the spring.                In the open of lawn beside low, small painted shed […]

               “…I had yet to see myself become part of a story.  I had as yet no notion that life every now and then becomes literature—not for long, of course, but long enough to be what we best remember, and often enough so that what we eventually come to mean by life are those moments […]

               He returned to the story once again after years and time away.  Back to beginning, having read to end, he thought ahead to the beautiful parts—chapters and people, tales within tale, that moved and inspired most.                He thought to the magic woods of enchanting elves; tall, beautiful, and fair.  Lórien, Land of Gold; […]

               “The perception of beauty is a kind of barometer telling each of us how close we are to actually perceiving the energy…once you observe the energy, you realize it’s on the same continuum as beauty.                …The things we perceive as beautiful may be different, but the actual characteristics we ascribe to beautiful objects […]