The ice coverings on the pilings of the old Endress oil docks are fringed silk cloths thrown over small tables.
Category: After Work
At Gary’s cabin. Rick frying perch in a cast iron skillet. Tater tots, our guilty pleasure, in the oven. Smoke detectors beeping madly, as always. Cold out, a still night. Door and windows open, Gary waving a towel to move the smoke. Adam barking, Sallie curled up on Adam’s bed looking peaceful in the face of chaos. Outside the windows the sky is dark and clear and the moon is bright. On the way home I look for Orion.