I napped like death for an hour and a half this afternoon, and you almost slipped out without my knowing, but you whispered my name to be sure, and I heard.
Now, alone, I breathe full and deep and feel the life renewed from sleep, rested and recreated anew, the cycle continued for another few precious hours.
And a truth slipped coyly through the mist — I saw it; did you? An almost-smile crossed its honest face, and I felt it sigh in wonder as it passed.
Warren Bluhm is an award-winning community journalist, twice winner of the Wisconsin Newspaper Association’s prestigious Robert T. Wright Memorial Award as the best local columnist in the state. His voice was heard in thousands of radio newscasts from Green Bay to Ripon for 22 years, and his words were featured in thousands of newspaper editions for more than a quarter-century after that. He has had a digital presence since 2005 with blog posts he has collected in 10 books to date, and he has seven additional works and collections of his fiction.
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