The leaves of fall are fallen, the tamarack’s needles are nearly all gone, the colors of the world fading to dark greens, blues, tans and greys. Winter is nigh upon us, even the air smells like the flat fluff of snow to come. The threshold of another winter, the dying Read more…
The world is built on the broken shoulders of crushed giants. Its dust the bones of empires decomposed and blown about by the winds of time. Nations have risen and fallen and risen again. Great minds, grinding and weighing and considering, have bent the course of history around them. Carving Read more…
Fog hung dull and thickening in the trees. “It’ll clear up soon,” I told myself, trying to trick my mind into believing I could see the tree line just as good as a few minutes ago. Rain dripped steadily as the footsteps of death from the branches above me and Read more…