Forgotten Home by Dejan Stojanovic My feelings are too loud for words And too shy for the world. Read the light and have a dream In your hidden garden. No need for words. The words are but shadows Of stories never said, Shining from distant kingdoms, Reminding you of a forgotten home. Light rays will tell you the story. There …
Spacious Places – Riding Bikes
I sail down the road wind at my back, pushing hard there’s no turning back by Kath One of the things on my bucket list this summer was to ride bikes along a new-to-me bike path in Nebraska called Dark Island. Bob and I arose one morning late in July with the rising of the sun to claim the day …