Sometimes it really is your first rodeo.

I live on a mountain outside Chattanooga, Tennessee. The view one street over is of the whole valley, including the tallest and most notable mountain in Chattanooga. I just got back from visiting

The fog hung heavily in the sky. It made the air as damp as a long-sleeve shirt from a washer with a broken spin cycle.

It feels like a missed opportunity that I have never leaned in to the silent H in my last name. It has no impact on either the one-syllable or the two-syllable

A lone bat flutters overhead in the darkening sky after the sun goes down. It begins its nightly meal of flying bugs.