Last week the ground froze, and the path to our side door rose several centimeters. I couldn’t open the gate because the ground was in the way. Then it rained for several days. Today when I opened the gate I noticed that the ground is back to where it used to be.
I finished a manuscript last week. For now it’s called DISCOMFORT: Thirteen Stories. One for each month of the past year plus a second for April. I seem to write more when it rains.