The sheltered cove was not the end and the journey was not yet done, but in the sun cast rust colored waters of this brief sanctuary, the river rest
A Sunset over Tokyo, Japan
I exhaled; and the weight of the world left my body…. on a slow Sunday morning.
Time can lose its consistency when the sizzle and crackle of life booms around you. It’s sounds, and smogs, and concrete shells take something away from you. Caught in a…
I thought I had it all figured out. I guess at one time I did, or I guess at one time I thought I did. Have it all figured out that is.