Frozen to the Bone

It is freezing! Ice covers cars. Icy fog fills the air. Miniscule icicles cover the privet bush, turning innocent leaves to nettles. One step outside is all it will take for the cold to bite into your being – yet the tree, stripped bare of leaves, has each branch beautified by the harshness of winter. Read More …

Song in the Night Continued

The singer had a song! I wonder if she knew that it could be heard through the walls, reaching the dark and broken places, down the hollow, empty passages, changing the atmosphere and drawing the lone listener. I wonder if the song was a stand, a battle, a declaration, singing the future into being or Read More …