November rain
No sun – no moon!No morn – no noon –No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day –No sky – no earthly view (November – Thomas Hood) […]
No sun – no moon!No morn – no noon –No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day –No sky – no earthly view (November – Thomas Hood) […]
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:I love you as one loves certain obscure things,secretly, between the shadow […]
One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun through brush where a few leaves hang on. They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories. Names swallowed by […]
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, […]
Go son, go down to the water And see the women weeping there Then go up into the mountains The men, they are weeping too The desert wind is full […]
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
Verba volant, scripta manent !
About fantastical places and other stuff