And Then There Was This Whisper
The breeze is such an inviting, intoxicating sound; those leaves dancing about transports me to a thousand life times of summer breezes, summer sounds, sites, and days of bare feet and cut grass.
It's not the end but a begining--or rather instead of that tired cliche, it is, and always has been, a middle. A well packaged middle.
I'm addicted to experience. I'm addicted to people. To drinking. To talking. To sharing, writing, the porch, and possibility. I love that feeling. Any situation that sucks that out of me, I'm trying to avoid.
And even though I'm not getting as much done as I'd like, or think I should, I have been going to sleep with a smile on my face quite often as of late
The breeze is such an inviting, intoxicating sound; those leaves dancing about transports me to a thousand life times of summer breezes, summer sounds, sites, and days of bare feet and cut grass.
It's not the end but a begining--or rather instead of that tired cliche, it is, and always has been, a middle. A well packaged middle.
I'm addicted to experience. I'm addicted to people. To drinking. To talking. To sharing, writing, the porch, and possibility. I love that feeling. Any situation that sucks that out of me, I'm trying to avoid.
And even though I'm not getting as much done as I'd like, or think I should, I have been going to sleep with a smile on my face quite often as of late
saucer:
I have enjoyed all the summer breezes, sounds, sites and days...on the porch along side....ahh..memories