Foggy
Grief, Life John W Wilson Grief, Life John W Wilson

Foggy

It seems a simple thing. Thursday is trash day. It needs to be on the street by seven a.m. I missed it yesterday as I have missed it many days. My late wife never missed it. Never.

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Looking Ahead
Nature John W Wilson Nature John W Wilson

Looking Ahead

A cruise onto the morning porch reveals a light, soft fog over the pasture, a refreshing chill in the air, and that’s about it.

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