This Winter Walk
and my thrill of a typically hidden winter terrain.
and my thrill of a typically hidden winter terrain.
heavy with snowfall, still ominous and on us.
For resembling a postcard of a particular balmy polis I wouldn’t mind being transported to, so long as water beads off our skin.
Cuz even when it drizzles a volley can and does in fact occur, so long as we can move our digits.
for offering much-needed coding for another long and dark month.
I found myself trying a new joint and have come to love a creamy frozen delight just before closing time. Perhaps it was the tinted window reflecting the ruby-lit December sky that lured me. I dashed in and exchanged a … Continue reading
for watching the evening show with me–it never grows old.
It’s bouffant season and I’m not talking about the do. I’m talking about knots in the back of the hair formed by too many layers with the final one being a bouffant. Before the temps dropped precipitously low, we had … Continue reading
for the gentle reminder to remain grounded in the midst of much revelry, commotion and undertakings obliged on ourselves time and time again.
…and for the loving family that allots them to roam thy fertile ground.