The Singing Trees

by Boo Walker

the past wrapped around her, both like a shawl and a snake.

Sharon put her hands on her waist and looked into Annalisa’s eyes as though she were interviewing Annalisa’s soul.

All the emptiness she’d felt lately went away as a smile rose on her face. “Hi.” It was like he’d just plugged into her and charged her soul.

A step in the right direction was always worth celebrating.

Love wasn’t a potion you drank to distract yourself from reality. Love was the key to living a life that mattered.

“Don’t feel defeated. Life throws curveballs.” He shook the foot. “This is one beautiful curveball.”

John Burroughs wrote “leap and the net will appear.”