As much as I’d like to come up with my own famous quote– like Shakespeare’s “to be or not to be,” I can’t find one in my writer’s creative basket for “the end.”
However, I can write an acrostic:
Either we continue on from whence we came, or
Nodding off to another level, we
Divine that the end was just the beginning. Continue reading
I prefer a sunrise in the morning
I prefer sunshine to rain
I prefer happy people to sad
I prefer to be happy, myself
I prefer Lincoln’s quote on happiness
instead of Freud’s musings on the blues Continue reading
A month of humid and
Undulating heat that
Gushes over us like rock
Under a waterfall until we Continue reading
I’ll drive cross country by myself in a comfy car
and stop every day at some spot of Americana:
the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone and Yosemite, of course.
If it’s not too late.
Some of us are happy
enjoying all we see;
we smile at silver snowdrops
that glisten from a tree.
Our outlook may be fuzzy Continue reading
