The porch project completion was joyfully in sight. This was a sign: I was almost ready, again, to continue my journey. Or was I? I...

A spirit has awakened me. At the wee hours, I stare up at the dark ceiling of my basement dwelling, squinting for some sign of life. But...

I march up the marble stairs, shielding my eyes from the sun, escaping into the shadow of the vaulted eves. Then I pull-off Chocos and...