Comments about Rodney Epperson
Stinging cold wind howls against the ice caked windows as another January has set in
Gray and melancholy mixing in a twisted partnership of gloom lurk in the dusk before night
Though the fire I built roars true in the fireplace keeping its dauntless vigil against the looming darkness and cold
I feel the frigid night washing over me as if I were in the midst of it
The unexpected passing of you has left me more acutely aware of sensations such as this
When you were still with me was it the distraction of you or the sheer passion of our love that left such ...