There is a romantic mystery about the roads carved along the folds of a mountain, snaking across and climbing-descending gradually. The randomly-certain twists and turns, hair-pin bends, rise and fall of a mountain road brings out the romantic in me.
There is a mystical comfort in the incessant gurgles and splashes, swish-swish-swoosh-swoosh, of the river. It is like its currents can ablute off-and-away torturous burdens of the past and anxious palpitations of the future. Perhaps the constantly flowing waters carry... Continue Reading →
Over many evenings that I spent in her austere company, she inspired me to write for her...
The cheer, peace, hopes, balance, and content of this place is contagious. I believe I have been altered for life, in a positive way. I hope you get to feel the same someday.