Circe’s Exit
It's a soft pastel early evening somewhere in the Midwest and the sky is still smudged with thinning clouds that are waning after the rain has passed. The weather is cool and forgiving this time of year, a welcome relief before the humidity sets in and turns the air thick and syrupy. A light breeze is drifting through the window screen as I’m leaning back in my office chair swiveled away from my desk so that my feet can rest…