There is little morning light. Today, the sun is hidden from sight. A thick layer of fog has come in through night, obscuring the view. Step, step, step. In a

“Day is dying in the west.” Tonight, I grabbed my phone, and my family and I headed off into the sunset. In the coming dusk, we passed lush, green crops

On a hot July night, we’re out with our Amish friends. Covid has kept us from our evenings in town for dinner and shopping, and it’s been months. We’re finally