Snow covered mountains,

Lakes,

Tiny pockets of humanity, ...

A brand new day,

Clean slate,

Endless possibilities. ...

Have you ever felt this way?

Alone,

In a hard world, ...

A full moon

On a clear summer night.

Nature, ...

Show this to my teenage kids,

I wonder if they’d know

What it is. ...

Many love the bitter flavor.

Give it to a child, and

The reaction is different. ...

Life is like climbing steps.

Every day, just a single one.

I need to remind myself: ...

It’s curious that six strings and

A hollow piece of wood

Can create sounds, ...

I’d like life

To resemble a straight road.

No surprises, ...

Cracks on the edge of a path

That disappears, unseen.

It seems to continue in the distance, ...

With a glass of sparkling water,

It adds a unique, refreshing flavor.

Stared at with tiny bubbles rising to the surface, ...

A small closed gate,

Protecting the few steps

Leading to a house, ...

A late summer storm approaches,

To wash away the day’s memories,

Freshen, ...

An orange sky

But not where I am.

It’s travel day. ...

The Gladiator,

Russell Crowe,

And a single line that has remained in me: ...

A feather quill, pencil, pen, and more…

Still, some prefer an old fashioned typewriter.

It’s sound, look, touch. ...

Floating away...

Sometimes, I wish I could.

Far away, ...

The bee: What a nice day. Sun and sweet smelling goodies everywhere. Yummy! Oh look, something green, interesting smelling and kind of cool. ...

Past: The fresh green color of the field takes me back to when I was a child and my father used to buy fresh pistachios. Sitting around a garden table ...

Last night I had a dream but only remember fragments. My mother was speaking to my father: “I want to show you something; it’s my hair. Have you seen ...