Beyond This

It’s like looking through a clouded lens of soot-gray residue. The coronavirus shadows our vision and our lives. Sickness, loss, fear, chaos, death. By what shall we be defined? Here in Colorado, springtime is just beginning to emerge. Supple leaves are folded like prayers within the swollen buds of the new season. A bluebird wings a neon splash of color in the air. Blades of grass punctuate the brown remains of winter with bright green … Read more