July Clouds
“Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.” ~ Roger Miller it’s hot, it’s hotair rises likea morning songsummer itself delicious truthof an old stor...
“Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.” ~ Roger Miller it’s hot, it’s hotair rises likea morning songsummer itself delicious truthof an old stor...
I think of a word simple and sacred. Yet nothing comes to mind in praise of slowness. For the restless mind with thoughts swirling like a gypsy skirt is stuck W...
Locust spins and sings its heart outbefore the wagtail takes its share.The squirrel climbs fast down a treestops and sniffs a baby rabbitnibbling tender twigs w...