Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

squirrel navigate the low branches of the oak tree. The kitchen clock ticked on the wall, but I felt no urge to rush.

There were no files to return, no deeds to verify, and no meetings to prepare for before the county planning commission.

By eleven, the sun had broken through the gray cloud cover, turning the snow so bright it hurt my eyes to look at continue reading …