Summit Sundown Spirit

It was beginning to get dark. Something flickering like a cartoon caught my eye from the corner of a demolished room. It sucked in the last bit of sun, glinting above the cathedral on the west side of the demolition site.

By Eric Levin | | June 21, 2008

"Casper the Friendly Ghost."

Funny how childhood associations outrace the brain rubbing two wet sticks together in hope of kindling an idea.