God’s Handiwork Last Night

I was cooking when I got a phone call from Catherine, who was on her way back from Ft. Smith. She asked if I’d seen the sunset. (She knows one of my favorite sights in the world is a beautiful sky with bare, black trees.) I turned down the stove and grabbed my camera before I’d even looked outside. I slipped on some sandals and went running down the road while still talking to her on the cell.

In a very few minutes it was getting rather dark, and the fools,….
I mean – neighbors, were driving way too fast. A big dog came at me, and that’s when I decided to call David to come get me. “Where ARE you? I thought you were in the kitchen!” He came to my rescue. He should know me by now.



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