A storm brewing over Brasstown Bald as seen from our front deck.
How could I ever leave this place? This place so filled with memories? This place where you brought me so I could breathe, could write and finally live.
I still feel your spirit on the deck watching nature build and burst. Rumbling background sounds of thunder, come on in, I say, before the lightening gets too close. My fear of losing you, my need to keep you safe, futle now, but still I worry.