Words Have Power, They Are Magic Pt 13

  The sound of shifting gears woke me up. I sat up on and watched as an ancient truck loaded with hay went pass. I rubbed my eyes and grabbed for my bottle.  It was empty. I took another bottle from the backpack; unscrewed the top and took a drink.  A big drink.  Then another before recapping it.  Soon my…

Arizona

flowers in a Mewadow

Last month I took a trip to Arizona. Other then driving through a small part of it on the way to Utah and spending a weekend in Pheonix, I have never been there.  When I went to Phoenix on that business trip, years ago,  in August, I got out of the rental car and step into Hades. I decided not to go…