Richard Hunter

The sky had turned to a pale auburn when he realized that he had been staring out of the window for hours. As he removed his gaze from...

I was a searcher before I began my search. I would look everywhere, but where I was going, to find… For what, for who, for why.   My...

In every sterling pale sunrise, I see the glint of your azure, emerald eyes. It is that sight that offers the hope of each new day.   In...