The Street Art

A sleepy winter day starts with more whiteness spreading around except for one street corner.

Porch Memoirs Part 1

I sit on the porch watching the sun slowly settling down for a night’s sleep. I can hear the birds rushing to their nests chirping and calling their neighbors to do the same. As always, I can feel the strange calm spreading through the atmosphere at dusk. For the last 14 years since I retired,…