Night is starting to fall.
It's the very best time of day or night, when the sky still glows blue, but things on the ground are hard to see. Little sounds are magnified, stars are beginning to wink. White things, pale things, seem to glow in the darkness with their absorbed light. The sheep will be the last thing I see, other than the glowing golden lights on the far shore, and the car lights passing on the curve along the shore.
1/22/04
Lost and Found
(Note: this article was written in December of 2023 for the winter/spring issue of Washington College Magazine.) (Headline) Lost by a tee...
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