No other Gods than these

Faith consists in believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe. Voltaire The pine forest blankets the hill and the trail is no more than a muddy churn of earth, upturned by a small farmers tractor no doubt. Strawberry plants bustle around the patches of sun where a tree has fallen to…

Velvet in the Maize

via Daily Prompt: Elegant The road is narrow and sinuous and arcs down to the hamlet. To our left the fields stretch out onto the steppe. This is the very end of the Austrian Alps, the hills behind us stretch into colossal mountains all the way to the Dolomites. When I stretch my left arm out…

Grieving Part 3

I woke around 4:30am and the sky was already starting to become light. My final days with Dad were often like that – rise early and go for a walk in the fields and forests, walk to Dad’s house and have breakfast with the family. We would sometimes go out together, two of us, while Dad…