Sometime Past Midnight

By Jan Verhoeff I’d already traded my latte for hot cocoa, and my jeans for comfy sweats. The day was done, and I’d worn out my welcome there, I just wanted the new day to arrive. Sitting there by the fire, I thought I’d found a respite. But that wasn’t to be… Silence covered the flickering of the flames, the cracking of burning wood, and the chirping of crickets. I felt alone and secure in my surroundings. Never more alone than deep in a Colorado thicket, save the occasional howl of a coyote, or a snake rattling past. Hunger had … continue reading…