We’re twins, you and I. We are so much alike. We have both our positives and negatives. My yin to your yang, so to speak. Alone, we are powerless, but together, oh together, what beautiful music we make! What wonderful lights and whirring delights! We bring them all to energized life.
Jimmy drove too fast for my liking, but under the circumstances, I didn’t argue even if we didn’t use headlights.
“Is this Douglas Langille?
Martin slipped his battered old pickup into neutral and turned the engine off.
The habitat breathes at night. You stop hearing it after the first week. You absorb it. Become it.
