Month: January 2018

I want to flower too, said the voice of consciousness last night. Actually, all it said was my name: Sara. But it was as though I spoke to myself from deep within. Yes, yes? Yes? I tried to hear more, but the voice quiets again...

Morning’s motion sickness arrives while running with frozen fingers in the 17-degree dawn. But then, my fingers warm. Then, the sun comes out. I may not only live, but enjoy this. Panic sets in when my fingers ache and burn with...