Wrong Neighborhood

He pedaled down the alley. Alone. In the dark of night. A bag of groceries hung from one handlebar. Mostly crackers, jerky, eggs, a bottle of cheap bourbon.┬áMusic pumped through his headphones like water to a boiler. The sky above was a wash of pink-tinged clouds laden with snow. A few icy flakes drifted downContinue reading “Wrong Neighborhood”

Emerging from Hibernation

Maybe it’s just a fluke. Maybe it’s climate change. Whatever the reason, the Mercury has been climbing around the Puget Sound. From the desperate depths of winter, we’ve seen an accidental glimpse of spring. The humans in my neighborhood poke their heads out of their dusty, shut-in homes to see the sun shining in anContinue reading “Emerging from Hibernation”

The Light and the Dark

Today is the shortest day of the year. It is the time of the year when darkness seems to close in around us. Its hard to feel motivated to do anything when the rain is pouring outside and the sun fades in the afternoon. The cold drives us into the cramped indoor where we finallyContinue reading “The Light and the Dark”

The Existential Millennial

Earlier this week, as I walking from my day job to the Starbucks where I write my freelance articles, I passed a dead crow. The crow was lying on its back under a tree by the side of the road; wings spread and legs in the air. It had apparently frozen to death in theContinue reading “The Existential Millennial”

Fresh Snow, Fresh Creativity

I love days like today. Cold days when snow falls softly from the sky and leaves a hush over the earth. Wintery days without appointments or responsibilities when I can settle down in front of a window with a hot cup of tea and let my imagination fly off with the glistening flakes. Today isContinue reading “Fresh Snow, Fresh Creativity”

Writing Down Snowflakes

The turn up the hill to my house is steep and slick with ice and slush. The truck spins its tires, but it doesn’t have the momentum to make the turn; doesn’t have the friction. It slides backwards and fishtails back and forth before the driver decides to give up and back down the hill.Continue reading “Writing Down Snowflakes”