I’m Here
(Red Shoes Series)
Saturday Afternoon at the Cabin
Everyone snoozes.
From the far room, Dad’s snore’s whistle. When I was young Dad’s snores rolled in swells through the house. Once, while camping with my cousins, Dad’s snores woke campers two sites over.
Dad’s snores are the sounds of home, the home of the youth where I turned over at night… (read more)
