LOST HORIZONS

 

New horizons rise on the hopes of a small town. Murals are painted on the wall, history brought back, small shops reopen. But, not all horizons last, the town slowly falling back to the way it was. Still it has stories to tell if you listen and colors rich if you stop.

I wandered the streets, hearing soft jazz coming from around the corner. I did not need to turn and look. It was Terry who fixed things and detailed cars, a personality that knew no small town bounds. Still he stayed here mated with the way of life, still looking for horizons...