Winter

The brisk wind, out of the north, has a bitter bite. A few brittle brown leaves cling desperately to the Mother Tree, quivering in the frigid breeze. Occasionally, one gives up the battle and falls gently to the ground to join his brothers and sisters as they lay in wait for decay, becoming a distant memory of their recent verdant glory. Winter is here…

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As you surf the internet, come on over to Amazon to get your copy of New Yesterdays. I’m sure you’ll enjoy my tale of time travel!

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About Ol' Big Jim

Ol' Big Jim, has been a storekeeper, an embalmer, a hospital orderly, a medical biller, and through it all, a teller of tall tales. Many of his stories, like his first book, New Yesterdays, are set in his hometown of Piedmont, Alabama. For seven years, he lived in the oldest continuously inhabited city in the world, Amman, Jordan where he spends his time trying to visit each one of the thousands of Ammani coffee shops and scribbling in his ever-present notebook. These days, you can find him back stateside, still filling notebooks.
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2 Responses to Winter

  1. jaysquires says:

    Jim I love the terse eloquence of your voice with this post. The photo is a major part of the content. Do you take your own photos? That warn’t made on no Brownie Hawkeye!

    Liked by 1 person

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