Wednesday, November 14, 2012


She thought about it and decided that this was, just maybe, the saddest November she could recall.  The darkness was falling, like a curtain, a little lower each day.  All the things she once loved about this place, the cold crunch of snow beneath her feet and the brilliance of a gazillion stars overhead, just didn't seem to be enough to satisfy the present.

Of course, she was well aware that she was projecting into the future.  A distant day when she would be, could be, happy.  Where the dreams of twenty years would begin coming true, popping into reality like kernels of corn.