Change Agent

I woke up around 5am, made my tea, and went outside to write by candlelight. At 6:40 a rooster began crowing, then as the low, somewhat mournful, sound of the train whistle bellowed down in The Valley, a full choir of birds joined their voices in “The Song of The Morning”. Through the branches of the […]

‘Twas the Day After Christmas

‘Twas the day after Christmas and all through the place, the din of the last day, now a quieter space. The presents are stacked, although all now unwrapped, and the family—well, they really could use a nap. The children were playing with all their new toys, while they remembered gladly the fun and the noise. We sat with […]