Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune.

Perhaps people don't come into their true maturity until a parent dies.

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master

Being in a floodplain is like sitting down in a bathtub.

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

...if you get confused, just listen to the music play.