The Son, and the Sun

It does the spirit, mind, and body good to stand and watch the sunrise over the horizon. With each passing second, the light reveals a new detail of the landscape. In the fleeting moments of sunrise, the colors paint the sky, the hills, and the prairie grasses. The...

When The Clock Stops

Ticktock, ticktock, until the spring has sprung in the works of a clock. As for such a piece, the time has now ceased, but there are others that continue to talk. Ticktock, ticktock. The hands have ceased to move, they no longer know the passage of time. They are...