August 10, 2004
Northern Gothic
Where this is or why, I have no idea; yet I cannot help but fear the dark foreboding twisted clouds smearing the last summer sun into a bloody stain across the horizon. Or the dynamic counterplay of porch light and tail-lights. "Which one will he choose?" whispers up and down the dark-steeped hedgerow. Shadows echo "whose? whose? whose...?"
*Harvest View
*Best of Today
*Wayback Machine
*How Do I?
*Today in History
*Calvin and Hobbes