Sunday, August 19, 2018
An excerpt from my new book which should be out by December: Wild Ones:Unedited, copyrighted.
... Along with the light from the other windows in the room, I noticed that the sunspots illuminated dust suspended in the air. It created an illusion of a moment frozen in time, as if my sermon was a tailor made level of hell that I had been consigned to for my sins. I wondered if my parishioners were having the same thought.
My eyes wandered to one of the tall windows that lined the walls of the small church. Through it I could see a heat haze rippling over rolling hills that were covered in yellow dandelions, intermittent sprinkling of purple loco flowers, and isolated stands of pine trees. The mountains in the distance, skirted with the old growth forest in Tammany State Park, were white capped and dark against a blue, cloudless sky. It was hard to quash a strong desire to be out among the dandelions despite the heat.
... Along with the light from the other windows in the room, I noticed that the sunspots illuminated dust suspended in the air. It created an illusion of a moment frozen in time, as if my sermon was a tailor made level of hell that I had been consigned to for my sins. I wondered if my parishioners were having the same thought.
My eyes wandered to one of the tall windows that lined the walls of the small church. Through it I could see a heat haze rippling over rolling hills that were covered in yellow dandelions, intermittent sprinkling of purple loco flowers, and isolated stands of pine trees. The mountains in the distance, skirted with the old growth forest in Tammany State Park, were white capped and dark against a blue, cloudless sky. It was hard to quash a strong desire to be out among the dandelions despite the heat.
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