Under The Bridge
Where waters of gold flow, where hearts fill with thrillsand days fade into Aurelian dreams.
Where waters of gold flow, where hearts fill with thrillsand days fade into Aurelian dreams.
Not all days end with fanfare and glimmers of purple, crimson and gold gallantly gleaming, or do they? Perhaps we are too distracted to catch a glimpse. We get caught up into the mayhem and we don’t get a chance … Continue reading
While many items have made the rounds even before I welcome them into our nest, I select them because they rouse my curiosity and perhaps chance that the curios grow fortuitously onto my three not-so-little bears no more. Our renowned … Continue reading
“All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed … Continue reading
Immovable and lost inside rich caramel swirled with glints of gold. It’s how it feels to me, this awareness of reality as was once known and thought to be understood. A faraway dream to stir an untold desire, a flame … Continue reading
Sometimes when nothing is happening, something gallantly surfaces, or resurfaces if we were paying attention a few seasons ago. These first few days of October glow with gold. Full of wealth again from this evocative wash of prized sunlight across … Continue reading
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