My journal of big words and pretty pictures
A gentle summer zephyr carries my wishes away Swirling and dancing on tiny eddies of air Rising towards the warming sun Tickling my fingertips, ruffling my hair Daydreams lift me higher Buoying my spirit Afloat above the maddening fray
You do what you have to do to survive. You sleep where you can find safe shelter, and you eat what you can find to eat. You can’t be picky, you don’t have that luxury. That may mean making a stew from scavenged fish heads off the beach. Boiled in sea water with a few … Continue reading Fish head stew
Thin spiral notebook 