If A Man Has To

As A Novelist, I'm Endlessly Fascinated By Human Behavior And Interactions.

I Wonder How It Takes You, That Moment When Everything Turns To Shadows. - Somerled.

There Was So Much Of Beauty Here: The Neat, Small Tracks Of A Foraging Creature, Stoat Or Marten; The Inticate Tracery Of A Skeleton Leaf, Still Clinging Vainly To Its Parent Tree As, Little By Little, Time Stripped It Of Its Substance, Leaving Only The Delicate Remembrance Of What It Had Been.

With Respect," Said Red, And His Voice Had Gone So Quiet People Hushed Each Other To Hear Him, "my Tale Is Yet Unfinished; You Should Hear Me Out. And It Is Her Answer I Have Come To Hear, Not Yours.

What I Do . . . The Path I Tread . . . It Brings Some Choices That Test Me Hard.