A Quiet Echo On Loud Wind

The night here is both profoundly deep and somehow depthless, groundfog easing off the roads in swirls and melting away across the tall grasses of the yard. The fireflies flash their tiny beacons in the surreal blue of twilight, the cat curled up in her usual gray heap atop the old chicken coop, listening to …

Millions Of Particles Between Us

The customary two weeks of spring for the Memphis area has lapsed, and we're deep in the throes of early summer, at least judging by the soaring temperatures rather than the calendar. The acreage is freshly mown, fireflies beginning to lift from the tangles of weeds in the roadside ditches to flicker and sway in …