The most fabulous part of the dream made it worth remembering though. I had this image that was like a stream of fairies Continue reading →
Is the flicker of an eye all that love •
is made of? A tickle blink of •
sweet and spice, just a hint •
of lark? •
Catherine Wing Continue reading →
the sunny clear sky belies the forecast models of storms days away.
All that we are is a result of what we have thought. – Abraham Lincoln Continue reading →
And (after deciphering it) I realized this is what we used to tune in our radios for: an up-to-date weather report. Continue reading →
Being defeated is only a temporary condition; giving up is what makes it permanent.
