The stream
The stream flows down the mountains, through the trees, along the rocks. It always flows. I visit the stream often. I enjoy the cool water that flows past. I enjoy seeing the fish and other…
The stream flows down the mountains, through the trees, along the rocks. It always flows. I visit the stream often. I enjoy the cool water that flows past. I enjoy seeing the fish and other…
Dave Coffee is a character. Tall but hunching, old enough to be balding, he works as a doctor now. When he’s listening, he listens, jamming his hand into the waistband of his pants. He stands…
For the past three years, I’ve spent time each December churning out a list of 100+ rapid-fire memories from the past year (see 2009, 2010, and 2011.) It’s one of my favorite posts to write, which is why…