According to the timekeepers, we have entered a new year, a new era. The movement to a new year, a number set by some ancient monk to commemorate the birth of Jesus the Christ child…
The sun hovered to the south and east with its light glistening on the glassy waters of the Currituck Sound. Directly across the water, the Currituck lighthouse stood tall and proud…
Gray clouds race across the sky, blown by the north-westerly winds, as Grandpa looks out the window. He searches the deep recesses of his soul for the faintest hint of light.