July 16, 2021

Story 51: InBetween

Photo Credit: Shane Philip

I thought about the message an old high school friend recently sent to me. He’d been trail running through the woods, and found himself  on a bed of feathers. In my imagination I saw hundreds of molting birds, shaking their soft wings. But no, he said,  these weren’t feathers, it was cotton weed, which doesn’t, in my mind, make the scene any less beautiful. (See Links 35)

And a Summer Replay: Remnants

A story about memory and the clear and blurred remnants that mark us.