Refuge from the Storm

Refuge from the Storm

On the way home from the new vet, hours to go, I drive into a storm. It’s like a curtain I glide through into a world of chaos. Rain pounds, hail bounces, cars, bumper to bumper, blink their emergency flashers. In my head swirls the vet’s cautioned voice, “May be...

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  It drifts in from the west a cloud, dark and churning. Sitting on a ridge top, we watch its drunken steps as it careens toward us.   Do we hunker down? Do we run for cover?   We stay still trusting the promise hidden within its vapor.   From my...