A few days of sunshine and my face is so speckled I don't recognize myself in the mirror; however, the effects of the sun reach deep, changing more than my skin's surface.  I suddenly find myself doing silly things like jumping rope and leaving unsigned notes on the front seat of a certain man's Jeep. With the pockets of my sweatshirt stuffed with tissues, an asthma inhaler, and cell phone, I searched the kitchen for Oriana's leash.  My eyes lighted on the silver links just as an image of FringeMan filtered through my mind.  He was working on a house in our town and I knew the road.  … [Read more...]