Laura Obiso

Raccoon Summer: Raising and Releasing Orphans

My peaceful, imaginative moment of daydreaming next to the swamp was shattered as needle teeth sank into my flannel shirt (and my skin), accompanied by much ferocious growling. It was early December several years ago, in that special time of morning just after sunrise, when the air is clean and the day's problems haven't surfaced yet. Had it been spring, the swamp would be bursting with activity. But at that... (posted by Laura 4 years 182 days ago.)