But One Life to Live
We settled in our chairs, sitting in the middle of the rice fields, somewhere in eastern India and the people came. First, the women and children and soon after, the men gathered around the edges. The smell of something burning overwhelmed our sense of smell. Maybe rice fields were being burned off, but the
Early one morning, I drove out Lake Road which runs alongside the Tchefuncte River. It was an unusually calm morning on the river. Seldom do I catch it “glassy”. I pulled over near the edge, looking for the perfect picture to go with a “reflections” post that has been on my mind. Sudden movement