Disturbed only by thoughts of loss.

Water is a metaphor for how to think about life.

During the summer in North Carolina there is a constant hum of insects.

One day we were driving from Raleigh to the beach at Bogue Banks as a thunderstorm loomed up on the horizon.

a hawk, coldly watchful

When I was growing up we always looked forward to summer Sundays, when my Dad was home from work.