Photo Source: Unsplash Winded wind in my hair and my lungs as I gallop my horse suddenly flung to the ground breath slapped from my lungs as earth rushes to meet me like hands clapped together body-slammed to the grass diaphragm muscles contract in a spasm lungs suddenly airless as space while that other wind high above still gusts through the trees in a faraway world of life and breath Too Dear a Cost Milton’s Lucifer lay vanquished on a lake of fire that cast no light yet...

Photo Source: Pixabay On the Road in Arizona The desert is chilly at 2:00 a.m., my flight long-delayed— but my grandchild radiates warmth on the road from Phoenix to Prescott, drives fast and close and steers with one knee when her hands are required for the phone or a sandwich, reacts to my mild reproof as a self-sealing tire does to punctures. She fondly remembers the water park outing that I most recall for her ten-year-old sass and her sulks at the end of the day. Now her eager ideas...