mystery: 47/365

mystery: 47/365

In the fall of 1967, I was riding bikes with my best friend, and I stopped beside a mailbox that had its red flag up. For some reason, I opened the mailbox. Nothing. I raced home, my friend right behind me, and we sat together at a picnic table on the deck outside...
the little fox: 45/365

the little fox: 45/365

So I sit at my desk in the morning and make the day’s list, then I get going, one thing after another, a train on its tracks. Like the little fox who used to play in the backyard right in front of my window, the interruptions are life too. ~  365 true things...