In the quiet of dawn, in the youth of hope. In the sliver of light, in the grass upon the hill, as it begins to slope.
The scent of the air after it rains gives me the most poignant feelings. I have never experienced the like in all my years. It takes me to another time. Another place. I’m waiting for you under the eaves of tall dark-green trees. There are lone cottage houses standing in thick white mists. You approach … More Walk With Me.
Friday the tenth, twelve thirteen pm. Employees are walking around whispering in the corridors. And from the window on one side of their office wall, the manager can be seen repeatedly loosening his tie and scratching at his bald spot. He’s taken to coming to work without a coat. The office he shares with the … More Struggles Du Jour – Who talk but don’t Do.