- Something fluttery brushes against my toes as I cross the porch in the dark.
- The way a conversation can suck all the air out of me.
- How cold and ready to be done I became.
- A litany of all the reasons against it.
- How suddenly the pear is all flower.
- The sweet smell of the loose tea in its canister.
- Unexpected thunder.
- The way a conversation can fix all the pieces back in place again.
Telling: Streams & Logs