The Weather
Jack Hardaway ] Summertime. We watch the clouds for those sudden thunder storms and down pours that just appear out of nowhere and then are suddenly gone. The weather reports become unreliable so the sky holds our attention, watching for those thick dark clouds, the towering walls and columns of approaching weather. I love those […]
Unseen
Jack Hardaway ] I bump into things. Bumbling around in the dark, or not looking where I’m going, distracted by something, or just past the edge of my peripheral vision, or blinded by the sun in my eyes. What I don’t see leaves me black and blue. What I don’t see has consequence. So, I […]