I fished upstream coming ever closer and closer to the narrow staircase of the canyon. Then I went up into it as if I were entering a department store. I caught three trout in the lost and found department.

I don't know these people and they aren't my flowers.

I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come.

It's strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult.

The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for more to fall, but that was it. The entire storm was two flakes.

There was something dead in my heart. I tried to figure out what it was by the strength of the smell. I knew that it was not a lion or a sheep or a dog. Using logical deduction, I came to the conclusion that it was a mouse. I had a dead mouse in my heart.

My teachers could easily have ridden with Jesse James for all the time they stole from me.