Short Stories



  1. In a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering


Drip, drop, drip, drop. The rain falls down the window. As I peer out the window, a storm brews outside. Even with the intensity building I couldn’t help feel a sensation of serenity, peace and calmness with the knowing of what ever happens, happens. I think back to days of yore of simpleness, of ease of mind, of calmness. Back in the days of just going from day to day without caring of the outcome, not searching for more but finding more all the time.

To think of a time of wonder and awe of finding no greater things in the wild as deer and rabbits and just wondering where they all came from. To be fine with sitting on the side of the creek fishing aimlessly for hours with nothing better to do. To be aquiver with excitement as me and my dog wander through the woods and find a new path we’ve never took before.

A strike of lightning brings me out of my daze. I go back to paying attention to the rain and storm around me and get back to work.