There is history in everything that surrounds me. But here, I have none. I prefer the present, moments surrendered to nature. A sudden breeze, water wandering over stone, the lazy hum of locusts, the low conversation of frogs. If I listen closely, the trees begin to whisper. Softly, sweetly, they beckon me to abandon my …
what did love teach you?
Nothing is especially brave or exceptional about not saying those words or being passionate about them. The truth is in the action. And the things that are real can only be proven with time. I guess I can officially call this Christmas season to a close. Relatively uneventful and much calmer (read easily) than last …
