It was that summer night. The moon was full, and the sounds of the night were brilliantly orchestrated by the cicadas and the tree frogs....

My husband snapped this picture early this morning while leaving the house. I suppose he did it for me, to reassure me of something I do...

I don’t really know how I could ever live anywhere but here…I know where the full moon will rise, and I sit by a certain window each...

I was fine, until I walked into the backyard and saw the little blue pool sitting there…empty. The blue ‘shark’ was empty also; his days...