“The sad thing is, we are just like you,” it said. “Only better. We don’t toil and slave for others. We just are. We dress better than you but wear no designer labels. We have no traffic jams or guns or old hurts. We just are.
The rains and sun feed us and we bless you with color––the color of joy. We bend and sing with the winds and when our days are over we offer ourselves to the earth and she gladly takes us in. “Are you crying?” it asked.
I thought I was but I didn’t know why.
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I always wondered, you know. So they have an outward focus as well not only bending to the mood of the sun but their own moods as well. But they get to live cheaper!
They tend to have better fashion sense as well, I’m speaking of myself here! No way I could pull off that shade of yellow.
Word of the Year-2025
For my 2025 word of the year, I chose COURAGE. I know, it’s not the most original pick—but hear me out. Something about courage stuck with me this time, especially after watching a documentary on The Tragically Hip. For those unfamiliar, they’re kind of a Canadian thing. A band that
Hinterland is Real
They say seeing is believing. I didn’t know what that meant until that night. I was coming home late, later than I should, and I knew I was going to catch heck. Momma didn’t even pretend to be patient when me or my sister wasn’t home in time for dinner.
Deadly Mist
The mist crept closer, slithering across the boot prints she left behind on the soft, moist ground. She urged her legs to go faster over the uneven path. A leafless tree grabbed at the flying strands of her long silver hair as she ran past. They hung like shiny tinsel