contentment

I've grown accustomed to the sounds of war in the distance...

Bombs tearing up the land around me, machine guns tat-tat-tatting into the wind...

And it's not because I live anywhere dangerous.  Read More »

Driving to work today, my rearview mirror was washed with glowing orange sunlight from the setting sun. In front of me, the black storm clouds made the evening feel colder and darker than night could alone. The sight was beautiful-- the pinky orange sun illuminated the almost-leafless trees and their dying, crispy parts at their base; the colors are not imaginable.  Read More »