Go to sleep and hope for the snow. Wake up late and find a storm. It’s just the beginning, the men are dead in the fields. Horses came through, but none drew near. Valkyrie wings close down; plunging and swooping the bloodied earth. Clawing… Continue Reading “So Cold”
Stillson Street, Rochester NY. Bittersweet memories. Unfortunately, only the bad times come back to me. But, it’s a new city since I left. 16 years to refresh.