Editor's note: This is the first column from local writer and High Desert Journal editor Charles Finn. His work has appeared in Missoula Magazine and Writers on the Range and in other publications. Finn's column, a mix of muse, observations and commentary will appear twice monthly.
At exactly 3:15 on a Wednesday afternoon, I set down my book, kick off my shoes and lie down on the couch. I am taking a nap, or more correctly, about to take a nap. With a sigh of contentment, I wiggle myself into the sofa, folding my hands across my chest and crossing my legs at the ankles. The room is quiet, just the ticking of the clock on the wall. Outside, a slight breeze plays with the leaves of a maple while inside, a sunbeam falls horizontally across me; my pale yellow blanket.

