Skipping Like a Calf

Skipping Like a Calf

It’s a beautiful night here in Lincoln. I’d been inside for most the evening, so it caught me by surprise when I stepped out to put the recycle bin by the curb at 11 and a steady, cool breeze surrounded me. The kind you don’t expect this time of year. The kind that makes everything feel more alive. When I went back in the house I opened a few windows, but that …