The Otter Creek Redneck
Something about winter nights in Otter Creek just settles into my chest and refuses to let go. Maybe it’s the way the cold sharpens everything—the air, the sound, the sky—or maybe it’s the way the quiet gets so deep I … Continued
Tonight, the moon didn’t rise boldly or flood the landscape with light. Instead, it teased me—slipping in and out of view, ducking behind thick, rolling clouds like it was playing a slow game of hide and seek. The sky was … Continued