Stories of Hope

  I have a prevailing image in my life of a long road disappearing a long way off to the horizon. The surrounding terrain is flat, with desert or fields of grain stretching to distant hills. The road is a distinct blacktop with clear white lines on either side and the bright yellow one down the centre

A PERFECT MOMENT   It’s August 11. Heidi and I are camping at Sturgeon Bay Provincial Park and it’s 8:30 Monday morning. I've just gotten up and I am inspired to write this:   I’m sitting in my chair. The duct tape I've used to wrap the torn seat is a bit damp but that’s to be expected after the night's dew.