The winding road unWound itself to the coast. Hugging her curvy edges and letting her absorb my tumbling thoughts, she welcomed me home. More than a meandering line drawn from the mountains to the shore, her canvas was touched by a Divine artist’s brush. Leafy arms tower above the striped narrow highway, offering seekers and …
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Souvenirs
My sweet tooth is satisfied. Must be from all the Southern Charm, because I did not have any peach pie. My curves are a little fuller in my two-piece suit. Must be from my wide-angle lens – it cannot possibly be from the skinny margaritas I drank near the dunes. My carryon weighs more than …
Lasting fatherly Impressions (video)
https://videopress.com/v/7ZRzCKRF?preloadContent=metadata blanket pulled back bare feet step on the gritty floor hands grab camera bag hands throw on a baseball cap sandy feet slip into damp flip-flops flip-flops rush out the stuck door legs extend into the early morning gray careful steps along the wooden planks eyes begin to focus and notice a suspended evening …
Her Cottage by the Sea
Curtains swaying a soft lift and gentle dip a peaceful rhythm matching the rise and fall of their replenishing breath Hues changing a floating canvas a fleeting Rembrandt filtering the pink sunrise transforming walls inside Senses stirring a dream scene blurring a mind’s eye releasing ushering in discoveries in joy and carefree play Fingers typing …
Love Can Scatter the Clouds
The veil that blew away in the autumn wind is blowing toward me again. Just rest, close your eyes, sleep – it is there you will find some peace, the floating shroud whispers its appeal. Enticing and inviting, are these thoughts of repose. More comforting than scabs being exposed – forcing me to relive …
