Our counselors were headed right for us, marching directly into our path. We stopped abruptly under the old oak, its branches like palms opened, outstretched to gather the glory of the sky. I could only think of the showdown in the movie, Gunfight at the O.K. Corral. There was a moment of long, unusual silence during which I could hear my heart's song, its rhythm rapping. Read more ...
