Thursday, January 3, 2008

Haiku: Frost

trumps fear of a whitened field.
Four paws crunch her prints.

Here in the Bay Area, the closest we get to snow in these parts is the frost that covers our windshields, roofs and, yes, the grassy field mutton head and I call our own. Corrie's first encounter with her green field covered in a sheet of white was a sight to behold.

[I intend to keep using the prompts at One Deep Breath because...Because.]

Rides to Heaven on a Gyroscope

A couple of months ago, I saw a client I hadn't seen for a number of months. Like more than a dozen people have in the recent past, she ...