The Siren

It’s haunting …the way it rises up ...and soars over my head …over my land …piercing my heart …year after year after year …ending with an echo …ringing through my mind …all day long …and into the night …where I find myself …at a loss for words.

Let’s Paint A Memory

The street is cobblestone...pretty, yet inconvenient for weary little feet and stroller wheels. It's been a long morning.  Breakfast was nice, sitting at an outdoor cafe on the street overlooking mountains, sipping freshly squeezed orange juice and laughing just because...and then walking along the road with all the shops, pretending to be first time tourists visiting … Continue reading Let’s Paint A Memory