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A Familiar Kind of Chaos
The moments tick down to the autumn equinox Our bodies feel the change in the air A little crisper, a little cooler Humidity deflates Voila! A red leaf appears Where there once was green Hillsides brushed by a divine painter The autumn harvest fills our bowls and bellies Fruits of the summer begin to dwindle The squirrels scurry endlessly Flowers close and wilt Sunset Darkness creeps in Finding us sooner as days pass The world readies itself for a slower pace Every living thing starts to move inward towards source We reach for closeness with one another Animals ready their homey nests Plants reclaim ground Fall
It Tastes Like Sunshine
She stared into the darkness of the summer night, letting her eyes adjust. The warm breeze drifted through the open window and she smiled. She wasn’t sure what had awakened her, but now she had to use the bathroom and she didn’t want to wake up her young daughter by flicking on lights.
June 25, 1990 Why were the oranges placed so oddly? There was one on top of the dusty mantle. One sat precariously on the crook of the stairway banister. Several were balanced on the armrests of the couch, still more had made their way to the tops of pictures, mirrors.
A Haunting in Torrington, Connecticut
Why are there so many reported hauntings in this tiny state? I once heard a narrator on a paranormal show speculate that it's because there are at least three times more people dead than alive in Connecticut. In my hometown, most everyone has at least one ghost story and some have even made it to the big screen.