You might write a story about anything found along the way, but occasionally a surprise will greet you that must evoke thought.

Listening to them, I heard the past whispering like dry leaves blown out of a corner while also hearing the future tolling like a distant honking horn begging for it’s passenger to embark.

It was dark and foggy on a mountain highway. Around the bend came an 18-wheeler borrowing half our lane to make the curve.

Red, yellow and blue alone are too straightforward. They must be mixed for a sustainable result.

This moon is the rare one. The one you don’t notice.

Have you thought about that?

Just as the Eagle was poised to get the light, Raven jerked, dropping most of the light to the east where it rose as the Sun.

There's the voice again; the inaudible little guy on my shoulder…