Far away, on the eastern seaboard of Canada, in Halifax, Nova Scotia, a young dentist stood at the window of his office and stared at the trees lining the sidewalk. It was summer, the air was mild, the sun shinning for a change. His long time friend and partner had...
Flocks I [M] Birds pass darkly migrating out of sight,sure in their way, living arrows for the austere heart of man.Like a field dreaming, birds rise gloriously against the sky,as morning brings its brightness. Daughters of the bright will divide the day with the...
Everything sang to us—: the pointed paintbrush tops of the cypress trees; the single palm; the dogs like clockwork each night for hours; the doves; the gravel walks; the swift scurrying lizards and the slow, armored beetles; the bats, swooping past as we walked down...
