Cold and still. When my furnace rumbles to a stop, the only sound is a distant titmouse. A sneeze gathers in my sinuses: my explosive homage to the rising sun.
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Cold and still. When my furnace rumbles to a stop, the only sound is a distant titmouse. A sneeze gathers in my sinuses: my explosive homage to the rising sun.