Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
Unearthing whispers of the past
“Archie, get back here!
“C’mon boy! Don’t. Make. Me. Chase. You.”
Please, I don’t have time this morning to play these games.
The heaviness in my sigh rivaled the weighted mist that clung over the top of the great lake. It was still early. The sun’s heat wouldn’t evaporate this fogginess for a few…