Another Splendid Day!

I was fourteen years old and visiting a place called The Coffee Bar..It was a big barn that had been converted into a place where young people could meet for coffee or cokes or a beer and listen to music by Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd or the Velvet Underground.

I was drinking a coffee and having a conversation with a girl I knew slightly by name and who I had seen there many times before. At one point, I became aware of a boy of about 19 watching me from the other side of the large space we were… Continue

It was another sunny Sunday as we had had so many of them over the past summer. I was sitting behind the computer ignoring the warm weather outside, wishing for clouds and rain and wind, because I was tired of sunshine. I looked forward to Autumn when the days would be cool and the sun would sit low in the sky and lose some of its power and when the cool wind would gently blow against my cold face.

The dog was asleep under the desk, gently snoring like he did so often and the sound of which nev… Continue

When I first loved you, I hated you in equal measures, because I knew you were going to break my heart on a daily basis.

You commenced doing that on the day I moved into your lovely, welcoming house and didn't stop until I moved out two years later.

It was as if you set out to do it on purpose, even though at first I didn't catch on and thought your absences were innocent trips to important appointments.

After awhile, I got to know your routine and your friends and your habits and I realized… Continue

At 3:15 am the bell started to ring, the shutters flew open and the lightening struck.

It hit the tallest haystack, the one closest to the barn, and it caught on fire right away.

We all ran out of the house in our pajamas and on our bare feet and got buckets that we filled at the well and the water trough.

It was a ridiculous battle, because we couldn't throw the water high enough and already the ladder was on fire and the roof of the barn was red hot on the side by the gutter.

David climbed… Continue

It was a whole new way to get into the valley.

The trail led along moss covered rocks the size of small boulders and little waterfalls that joyfully sprang up between the rocks that tumbled down tilted hills.

Streams trickled down slopes that barely showed the path we had to follow.

It took an hour to get through the forest that had nothing but ferns growing on its loamy soil.

Still, we were able to discern some sort of a trail, by the broken leaves and the bare patches of ground here and th… Continue