A wasted day
When weather change from freezing into thaw the ice below moans melodies as if in pain. When anger of the wind turn faces puce and raw we huddle leeward from […]
When weather change from freezing into thaw the ice below moans melodies as if in pain. When anger of the wind turn faces puce and raw we huddle leeward from […]
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
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff