When dreams bloom, we find ourselves in a solitary place … forever transformed.
Outside my window, I find that some things are without understanding…
It is a complicated world in which we live. It appears as one thing, yet emerges as another…
contemplative - destructive engaging - futile
A world fading and in conflict with itself….
A beautiful perspective just to the left of my mind….
In the evening I sometimes wonder if that walk today has yielded a new perspective.
Something I can hold onto….
Perhaps the thought that will change my life … tomorrow.