the lingering sadness (or happiness) of rain.
a crescent hangs in the night sky.
this past year flew by without a breath to waste.
some days, i feel gray..
Time met time and fell apart.
simple – days with sun,lounging by the glass window,coffee in one hand
when you grow older,the days grow short, nights grow long,but stars shine brighter You hear all about it. The athletes who have to sit out because their limbs wore out, the dancers whose legs gave out, the musicians whose memory became thinner and their hands grew weaker, the workers who could barely stand to walk.Continue reading “older”