vignettes

One Summer I was living and working in a national forest in California near the Oregon border. I was working as a tree marker. This meant that it was my job to hike through the woods and mark the trees that could or could not be cut down. I wore a custom tool belt around my waist that held four... Sign in to see full entry.

There was this girl that I stared at in the doorway of an old duplex. It was right at the end of the goodbye, our goodbye. She, seemingly unwilling to shut the door on me, to let it just end, to let it all be gone, stared back. I, entranced by the memories created by a brief us, had difficulty... Sign in to see full entry.