Legend of the Littlebears – A Microstory

It was the early snowfall that broke his concentration. He was too young, not yet able to control the shifts, and the prospect of frolicking in the fresh powder was more than he could resist. I saw it in his eyes first – pupils widening like the aperture of a camera lens. I reached out to steady him, but could tell it was already too late.

A Giant Moose

I was sitting on our front porch this afternoon having a nice phone visit with my Dad. The sun moved far enough west that my shady spot disappeared, so I went back inside. I hadn’t even sat down again yet when I glanced out the window and saw this huge bull moose cross the streetContinue reading “A Giant Moose”