The sun in July still warmed as it was slowly setting to the West;

reluctant to give the day over to the night.  But the summer night 

was welcomed as a cool respite from the furnace heat of the day.

December’s sun is beautiful as it slips into the sea.  But it gives 

no warmth as it hurries to bring on the night.  And December’s night 

is long and deep, and the stars shine with a cold, bright light in

the cold, black winter sky.

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Happy New Year. I have just published through Amazon a collection of short stories, titled “Short and Shorter Stories”

If you decide to take a look–the quotation marks are needed to get you to the right site–thank you. If you actually buy a copy, thank you very much!

P.S. For less than the price of a plate lunch.