Category: On the Porch

• First Things First

  I’ve watched the morning go from dark to light, and in only a half an hour. The crickets and cicadas sound the same–except there’s one cicada now, maybe in the pecan tree, quite loud. There’s a bird, or two? flittering around, going “Twit…twit…twit.” And, again, not a ruffle of a breeze, every leaf as still…

  CurtissAnn

  August 22, 2013

  On the Porch, Writing Life

  mornings, writing