An Unopened Medical File From a Colorado Lake House Clinic

shadows of the pine trees stretched long across the lawn at five o’clock. The air was beginning to cool, carrying the sharp scent of dry sage from the foothills.

I stood on the edge of the grass, my bare feet sinking slightly into the green turf. My cane lay on the wicker chair behind me.

“The grass feels warm today, Caroline,” I said.

“It holds the heat continue reading …