He was sitting on the park bench when her car came into view. Just sitting. Not doing anything. She pulled up against the curb, and he hopped in. “I’m sorry I’m late,” she said. He just laughed at her and shook his head. She pulled back off into traffic but shot him that quizzical half-annoyed … Read more

Watching Over

I stare out at the stars at night. Looking out across the heavens, over the miles, these are the same stars, very much the same stars that watch over you, every night, no matter how near or far. Years or miles may separate, but ordinary, in their constancy, they abide, unspoken.