He drives; I sit armrests down blanket secured seatback reclined. We are trucker-high panoramic witnesses living a transformer life – retractable walls, 6 wheels bus-like
A simple shoebox, repurposed with plastered images of dreams – paper affirmations of aspirations – shelved and forgotten, its contents snapshots, faded and torn, remnants
Moving on – it’s top priority, sorting through the collected, the unused, the forgotten – ready to let it all go, but… there’s a snake
The quest for love an uphill climb, the footholds loose and failing Scrapes heal, and hearts yearning begin again, forget the falls, aspire Unconditional love
If I was a kitchen, I’d want an old-fashioned woman at my counters, rolling dough, canning pickles, chutney, jam, homemade pasta sauce, and every Sunday
The warmth of the sun, nature’s beauty to ponder, the gift of a friend to share in simple moments – these are life’s treasures.