a sign from the universe.

i find my first piece of chaney after the rain.

When I moved to St. Croix, I was sad about leaving behind a place that had four, distinct seasons (sometimes all in the same day).

There was something jarring about the idea that the weather would be all sunny skies and warm temperatures, day after day. I imagined life would take on a sort of “Pleasantville” kind of quality, where people waved at each o…