This is a story of a horse and the girl who loves him. I lie back on the picnic bench and dip one toe into the sand tracing lines to and...

The dogs lie panting, tongues lolling sideways. It seems they are constantly panting these days. The air is still. The only other...

There is life in the brush under the deadwood Hidden Waiting to come out To stretch and yawn with arms wide open We step along a trail of...

Sometimes you need to stand in the wind. Sun on your face, tangled hair be damned. To walk barefoot in the sand. To sit on the steps and...

When it rains here you go outside. Barefoot. The mountains fade in the gray and the wind gusts, moving through you like an old screen...