Tread lightly, take only pictures, leave only footprints.
There is a sensation in the fingertips. There is a raw measure of pleasurable pain. The skin it touches is hot from the rush of blood and bold exposure. The turn of a head, the turn of a heart is solid and heavy. He knows he can hold it there and be careful. But, the …
Continue reading "this will become a poem but for now it's just a story"
The place was not crowded. They found a place to sit on the outside patio. Marty was pleased that the stars were so clearly visible. Beth took a seat on the lower patio under the largest oak tree. The roots had raised the stone floor in places so Marty’s chair rested awkwardly on the broken …
Dixie's Road Trip 