Blog: the velvet rut

It's mid-afternoon in mid-July. The only light in my office illuminates from the white screen of my computer and from the soft gray of the day which is covered in clouds. A few drops of rain fall from the eaves outside my window, the curtain drawn back to reveal glimpses of green made more intense by the passing storm. Thunder rumbles for five seconds and then ten, a tractor trailer picks up the roar and carries it south down Route 29. Now it's silent except for the regular rhythm of running rain. I'm on my third [...]

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