Home Town Tales

Idle chat from the square

January 5th, 2015

Name Without a Date

A cloud of dust blowing my way on New Year’s Day twirls like a dust devil dancing in pirouettes toward me. The ground is frozen. Where does this dust come from? It pursues me like my shadow. When I stop its twirls inch closer slowing with each revolution until it becomes a billowing dark, black, […]