Golden beams of mid afternoon sun knifed down through the canopy of a weeping willow, whose leafy fingers swayed back and forth above a water hole. Silent explosions of light danced across the sunlit water like glittering fairies until they disappeared on the craggy shore. This simple ballet regenerated itself, sustaining a hypnotic dance of […]
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.