It turns into our driveway, the long, black limousine. Its sleek ebony finish gleams with an ethereal sheen. Its windows are tinted, dull and darkly opaque. It resembles an imposing hearse come to collect its fare for the day. It creeps up the driveway in no special hurry, reflecting the nature of its occupant seated …
It was the best of days; it was the worst of days. Such is often the dichotomy of life. ********** There’s a lot of confusion going on these days. Have you noticed? Are we sowing the wind again; will we reap the whirlwind? Our fallow fields of yesterday are being ripped up, row by row, …