The First Day of Fall
(Sun Series #3)
…on the unsettling balance of the interplay of too-powerful forces of darkness and light… The reaper walks up the street, a long, lanky dog by his side, heading to the sharpening shop, old scythe in hand. Without thinking, he crushes some grains of rice on the sidewalk by the courthouse steps. His dog stops for a moment, catching the scent of songbirds up in the poplars.
The sun is shining now.
Yesterday evening, its rays caught a horizontal rainbow to grace the green hills to the east. Those storms moved on but stopped in one place for too long in mourning and let loose a deluge to wash away a bride’s tears.