It is sweltering, the temperature in triple digits. My depression rolls through like tumbleweed in this ghost town of ideas. The greenery of life razed by wildfires; I see lightning to the North. Good Lord, it’s hot. My problem is still unresolved. Somewhere there is a solution, an answer in plain sight. I imagine there…
A sunrise in silence. There are times when the moments are meaningful and meaningless. We don’t always know the difference. A push erases composure; a reaction triggers an untimely detonation.