i could have stayed there for days amid dune grass bent by a breeze blowing in from the ... CONTINUED

waiting for a cab, drenched. arm raised, they parade past me up three lanes of ... CONTINUED

a thick blanket of purple-gray clouds crowd the horizon with flashes of burnt umber peeking ... CONTINUED

black hiking boots caked in dried mud wait by the back door. outside, a november gale rattles ... CONTINUED

Waves of heavy rain splatter against the window. Low rumbles of distant thunder rattle my ... CONTINUED

a summer sunshower drenched us to the bone. your white linen dress no longer hid bare ... CONTINUED