Hot coffee sits in the cup holder of my car filling it with its welcoming aroma. Stuck at a traffic light, as the sun just starts to sweep away the night, I reach to take a sip of the coffee that has been taunting me.

   The coffee never quite reaches my lips. I stop in awe as I watch this flash of red fur dart across four-lanes of traffic before disappearing into the park bushes. It’s a car horn that brings me back to my senses, the light is now green, and I must be on my way.


This is just one moment in my Savannah life. – Lisa Rosenmeier

Looking Glass

  • median - paper

    size - 8.5 x 11 inches

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