the brief, bittersweet romance of leaves and snow The leaves are patient. They wait, and they hope. Their less romantic compatriots tease them. Call them foolish for continuing to cling to their branches while
a small but helpful stray panda The panda followed me home. Probably because when I encountered it sitting on the side of the road I pet it gently on the head but I hadn’t
slow My therapist recommended the whole nature retreat thing. She pointed out how much vacation time I’d accumulated and pontificated about stress and also she threatened to call my boss if I didn’t go,
paranormal postage thievery The mailman noticed the vampire before I did. He mentioned it to me when he delivered a package that needed a signature. He said it was a small vampire, probably nothing
be happy for no reason It didn’t take long to learn to keep my head down so I wouldn’t have to look at anyone during my walk, and the fact that it meant no
unexpected aftermath of a school bus accident The house is one of those beautiful old types with creaking doors and long dark hallways that looks like it should be haunted but it isn’t. The