Current Weather
Life in the Panhandle
A mustard-brown sky
Another tornado watch
Where is my storm door?
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This just sort of came to me a week or so ago while playing with haikus, listening to the wind howl and eating dust. I found it in my drafts and figured I might as well throw it out there for fun.
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Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwin3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
This is great. Well done.
I took this internally. The storms of life and our struggle to protect ourselves. Very good
Just spent 1700 to have all front gutters, facia, n downspouts replace after last weeks wind storm, ya hit me too buddy with this one, like it 😀
That one hit home with me! The wind caught my storm door on Christmas Eve morning & tore it right off the hinges. The inner door froze shut and my front door was snowed in so it only opened 4 inches. It happens....