I stood outside on the slippery deck in the dead, still quiet of a November morning, with fog all around and nothing in the air but the sound of water dripping from branches and the lone call of a bird ( Read more... )

I encountered two mysteries in rapid succession a few days ago. For the first, I was in my bathroom, which has two sinks. I don't remember why I was spending time at the sink I don't usually use, but there I was, and I glanced down at the counter only to discover what looked like an inordinate number of small hairs that did not look familiar. On ( Read more... )