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.
Since mid-June, an undulation of spirited cowgirls, always aglow, on and on they shine like poppies left quietly to grow in a field lit of morning sun. Their spark never to eclipse, for they all fend for one another and … Continue reading
Thrilled to be with you again steamy maple latte. You are so precious swooshing and swirling in your ceramic vessel at closing time and ever so more delicious in me. I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting for you. Prayer … Continue reading
Nothing like the carefree play of this age—the freedom of no cellular connectivity. It’s the decades before 2000, the street kid mentality in me trying to make a comeback. With only a land line, we were nearly impossible to find … Continue reading