Turning (Day 73)

The first autumnal morning always caught her by surprise. It always seemed too soon, not because she didn’t love fall best of the seasons – she did – but simply because it seemed out place following as it did so suddenly upon weeks of sweltering summer. It seemed too much of a wonder that the…

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It is likely you will fail to comprehend the full significance of this until long after it is all over (Day 72)

Even then, it may take years to see how all the dots connected into the big picture, the picture none of us knew we were drawing. The way this all started, it seems like it was always meant to be a part of something larger, something (dare I say it?) greater. The thing was, even…

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Tillage (Day 67)

The soil is the land, and the land is the only thing that has kept people here all these years. Every time the crops are harvested and the surface is turned over yet again, the dark matter of this place exposed yet again to the unfeeling elements, I rejoice in the life that soil represents…

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Air Bake (Day 66)

I start hard, pedaling strong, moving into top gear within a block. The breeze is at my back, and I am flying along this new stretch of road. The heat on my bare shoulders is immediate, like something has been heated and then pressed directly and evenly onto my skin. Too hot, I think. I…

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