The late afternoon sun shone joyfully as I hovered over my garden starter trays, seeds cradled in the palm of my hand. It was one of those birth-of-spring days when summer-lovers like me are unwittingly taken by daydreams of summertime dancing through our minds, seemingly gaining momentum with each passing glitter of sunlight.
In a split second, my lively pace came to a halt when I heard a bloodcurdling shriek come from the valley to my right. The cool air of the early morning stood still as I looked around with wide eyes and paused to listen.
As I hung up the phone, it signified that I’d hung up my running shoes…
One fine day at work, I found myself engaged in an interesting, opinionated, and quite honestly — humorous — conversation…
The garden was brimming with life at every turn. A variety of birds were sweetly singing, their harmonies blending together into a melodious backdrop…
The warm air swished softly as the peaked colors of autumn were illuminated by the mid-afternoon sun…
In a swirl of packaging tape, styrofoam peanuts, and cardboard boxes, nearly a decade of life had been swiftly packed up and stowed into a moving truck…
The humid August air hung close around me as I ducked under the attic eaves…
The countryside lay quietly under the thick darkness of the midnight sky.