Evening song

Edging to the water, thick the alder grow; there — in dappled light — a nightingale is trilling boldly for the day to end and on my way for home […]

The view from here ... Or here!

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein

the woes and dreams of a twenty-something with too many feelings

Now we see through a glass, darkly

rejuvenatement - not retirement

words and scribble.

The Quantumverse

Poetry

About fantastical places and other stuff

Sharing my thoughts, poems, travel & art

Björn Rudbergs writings