The Letter
What you think you have sometimes is not what you have at all, and things are completely different.
I was sitting in my chair in the den, stone-faced, drinking a Redbull. The door opened, and my wife walked in, “Hi honey, I am home.” I didn’t hear that often. I always arrive home later than Marcy or am out of town, so tonight was rare. It was early October. The weather changed as Fall moved in, and leaves were about to change. It was getting cooler at night, so I started a fire. The room temperature was cozy and warm, u...