The artist turned away from me as his voice went to ice water. “Ah. Yeah. Well, I can’t have a person who’s uptight. I need a free spirit. So, if you’re uptight, that kind of person….” He shrugged. My potential escape from the grayness and disappointment of every day was evaporating before my eyes. The […]
Tag: quarter life crisis
It was dark in the farmhouse as my hiking boots crunched through snow up to the door. I stood there without knocking. A single pair of headlights flashed over to my left and disappeared, the only car that had passed since I’d pulled over and parked off the side of the road. The whoosh of […]