The blackness just enveloped me.
Yesterday had brightened by its end, pulsing with promises of daybreak and scent: shafts of sunlight bolting through doors, sweet peony and honeysuckle, on gentle wind, twining around my morning cup. 88 more words
The smell of the chainsaw eating into living wood was best experienced forty feet from the ground. The two-stroke engine screamed in his hands as Harry Dextrose leaned back against the climbing strap and dug in with his spurs. 232 more words
Looking out the oval window from the great height of cruising altitude, Ronny Glaucoma wondered if there was a single person in all of that distance-compressed landscape below with whom he could have some kind of friendship. 240 more words