It was darkening, the end of the day. I walked a suburban artery that fed the middle class neighborhoods of Castle Rock. I quickened my pace, anxious to arrive at my girlfriend’s parents’ house. I walked purposefully, looking down to my remembered path.
The opening to Shaman – a work in progress. I hope you enjoy.
I can see it now. It’s a very small light, bright, the very beginning of the sun’s awakening. Standing in these trees, this stand of pine, at the edge, so nothing obscures my sight, I can smell the fre...