Good to laugh, sometimes, at nothing at all
photo that isn't really silly
comment meant to just be dry
To giggle
And then to laugh
A lot
is good.

Dialogue from the Book With No Name

"You've got to figure out a way to handle this," she said.

"I'll try. . . "

"No--you will."

"I will." I closed my eyes and pictured his face, got it sharp in my mind. I had to do it, for him if not for me.  "I will," I repeated. I hoped my fervency would convince my own mind. I was glad they didn't know what I'd been thinking earlier.

Today's Storm from the Pasture, and a Brief Character Sketch

Forgot yesterday, so here is something for both:

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Lighting dashed white fire in the distance.  I counted. One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four...Thunder rolled. It wasn't close yet. Minutes later, turning back to the clouds, I watched a white curtain descend over the thunderheads. Rain. Lots of it.

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Kahlira:

16-year-old girl. Living in real life during the day, and dream world at night. (Bit of fantasy here--just a way to play with two plots at once). Special talents: animals. Not necessarily what you call an animal communicator, but able to connect with them on an intuitive level. Easy enough in the dream world, but transferring it to real life? Not so fast.

From the Book With No Name...

Two paragraphs today. From the Book With No Name, or, the Autobiography That Isn't. ;)

            The end of summer came faster than I thought. Soon we finished loading up the big yellow moving truck and were ready to drive away. Mommy and Ben climbed into the car and I climbed into the truck beside Daddy. I buckled my seatbelt and tried not to bounce up and down. Daddy started the engine and we all drove out. The neighbors waved. I waved back. I’d already promised to write them letters when we got to Wyoming.

            We drove and drove and drove. We drove through mountains, and through desert, and over the salt flats. Sometimes there were horses in the fields beside the road. Most of the time there weren’t. Finally we got to the last big mountains we had to go over. We climbed and climbed. The truck’s engine got hot and we had to stop. I was tired. Mommy was tired. Everyone was tired, but we had to keep going. Finally the truck cooled down and we kept driving. A few hours later, we turned into the driveway between two big bushes. Next to it was the house I’d already seen on the video. We were in Sheridan at last!