Autumn returned like an old friend. Oh, you’re back. I’ve missed you! Evening temps dipped into the 40’s. Yellowing leaves rustled in the cottonwood trees. Apples arrived: in farmers' markets, produce sections, on teachers' desks. Don plucked a few from a 1950's-era tree in his mom’s backyard, arranged them on our kitchen windowsill. I pulled one out of the lineup on Monday morning, gave it a good scrub, bit into it: sweet and tart, crunchy and juicy. Golden delicious. Perfect name. The newsfeed on my cell phone stared up at me from the kitchen counter. "58 dead, 500 hundred injured in Las Vegas massacre." I blinked. Swallowed. Read the news again. What?
Simple Sorrows, Simple Joys
Simple Sorrows, Simple Joys
Simple Sorrows, Simple Joys
Autumn returned like an old friend. Oh, you’re back. I’ve missed you! Evening temps dipped into the 40’s. Yellowing leaves rustled in the cottonwood trees. Apples arrived: in farmers' markets, produce sections, on teachers' desks. Don plucked a few from a 1950's-era tree in his mom’s backyard, arranged them on our kitchen windowsill. I pulled one out of the lineup on Monday morning, gave it a good scrub, bit into it: sweet and tart, crunchy and juicy. Golden delicious. Perfect name. The newsfeed on my cell phone stared up at me from the kitchen counter. "58 dead, 500 hundred injured in Las Vegas massacre." I blinked. Swallowed. Read the news again. What?