Something beautiful to hold on to in the midst of chaos. This reminds me of the line from the poem... I heard a bird sing in the dark of December, a beautiful thing and sweet to remember. Proof that life will return to normal. I like this story, I can relate.
I agree. Unfortunate timing on this one. I tee up stories to publish, sometimes as much as two months in advance. I don't know what a day's story will be until after it publishes because I don't keep track once they're in the system and ready to go sometimes things comes together in ways we don't expect.
Something beautiful to hold on to in the midst of chaos. This reminds me of the line from the poem... I heard a bird sing in the dark of December, a beautiful thing and sweet to remember. Proof that life will return to normal. I like this story, I can relate.
Thank you! And I'm honored that you would relate it to beautiful poetry.
That too close to home since towns near us were recently devastated by tornados! Still, it was a beautiful concept. 😉
I agree. Unfortunate timing on this one. I tee up stories to publish, sometimes as much as two months in advance. I don't know what a day's story will be until after it publishes because I don't keep track once they're in the system and ready to go sometimes things comes together in ways we don't expect.
I really like the juxtaposition here.
Thanks, Justin.