“Gray skies, rain falling, a September Gale,” the people said. It happened every year at this time. Folks in the village were prepared.
Among sedges and along tree lines, across lawns and fields they’ll soon cease blinking.
This time of year I catch myself glancing at leaves. On walks through woods and bike rides along trails, I see the occasional red leaf. I glance again and see a few more leaves turning crimson. Soon red outnumbers green. Autumn’s nigh.
Thank you for the stories of the fine men who received the Purple Heart while protecting us during their military service.
This is a letter to Senators Graham and Scott and all of our representatives to Washington.
The children of Sandy Island board a school bus boat for an eight-minute journey across the Waccamaw River to the mainland.