My journal of big words and pretty pictures
For all intents and purposes, our daughter has moved out of the house. This is a good thing, but because it’s not all “official,” we haven’t done much with her room. As it stands now, it’s more of a glorified walk-in closet than a third bedroom. It is so crammed full of her leftover stuff, our stuff, … Continue reading Space of her own
I blame cabin fever. It's not particularly cold where I live - not compared to my Yankee neighbors' snow storms, but it's been rainy and I've been staying in more than usual. I miss my daily walks, though I still get them in when the weather breaks. Without any little ankle-biters to wrangle, I needed something … Continue reading This heart’s for you
I lie in the fine, sandy silt, looking up through the depths of shimmering, spring water. Ripples create an abstract image of broken colors in the sky, and I pretend I am in a Monet painting. The changing light and shifting current, a kaleidoscope of movement, mesmerizes me. I long to stay in my silent, liquid … Continue reading Out of my depth
“We have determined the radiant point of the Anguseid meteor shower.” Dr. Bayer’s announcement was drowned out by the cheers of the other observatory astronomers, save for Ish Echlin, who sat away from the crowd watching a recording of the moment of discovery on continuous loop. Ish was convinced they were missing something crucial. With … Continue reading Deep space
The story so far... King Rája languished in a hammock lashed between two stanchions buried deep into the sand. Attendants held fans over the royal, shielding him and his wizard from the harsh coastal sun. The necromancer was divining signs in the bloody bones of a sacrificial goat. “The portents are pointing to your reign … Continue reading As the spirits move you
The heavy rains had finally subsided, but the run off left deep pools of muddy water in rutted furrows at the edges of the battleground. As the sun reached its zenith, steam rose from the heated puddles, and tiny mounds of dirt popped up in random intervals. Miniature land mines, on the verge of exploding … Continue reading Beware the warts of March
Thin spiral notebook 