My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The air had a sweet, crispness to it. Fall was fast approaching and I welcomed the break from the oppressive summer heat. Morning commuters hurrying past the coffee shop where I stopped for breakfast were just part of the scenery. I barely noticed the foot and car traffic. Enjoying a quiet moment with my newspaper … Continue reading Morning rush
There are pleasantries and platitudes. A civil, "please pass the salt," and considerate "would you like some more tea?" Gone are Sunday morning crosswords in bed, and late nights with Bogart and Garbo. No hands are held, no tears shed. There are no voices raised, no sweet whispers in the dark. Conversations are over which … Continue reading Elephant in the room
Thin spiral notebook 