Sallow and weary, the landscape’s fresh, vibrant glaze became worn and cracked, like ancient pottery, as the bleached and brittle foliage cried out in despair.  August’s dog days were upon us, and the relentless heat and lack of consistent moisture wreaked havoc on every living thing as if nature was…

    The wind rolled and heaved in rushing swells, snarling and growling through the trees, ratting the listless, animating the lifeless.  Rain spit and sputtered as tender, nascent plants braced and steeled themselves.  The menacing storm grew malicious as man and beast sought shelter, awaiting its passing, so damage could be assessed…