Daily Archives: June 28, 2017

Over his morning coffee he sat, dreaming of yesterday’s spring and the hill country of his youth, remembering summers of peace and autumn days when he thought life a forever thing. The world lay before him then, a ripe field awaiting harvest. Now beside this sad cup, a winter hand, so withered and so gray, an old man’s hand he barely recognized as his own. Then his gaze found her playful smile. In the hazel warmth of… Read More