Thyme
There is a soft scent of thyme when I walk barefoot through the garden crushing tender leaves. They may spread like weeds but late in summer with its purple flowers […]
There is a soft scent of thyme when I walk barefoot through the garden crushing tender leaves. They may spread like weeds but late in summer with its purple flowers […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
Poems and psychosis.
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku,