A river of thoughts snakes through a strange landscape under a pale moon, and that river is me: Sometimes deep and fast, sometimes slow and dreamy, with secret currents that can warm or chill. Spend a while on my banks and dangle your feet in my waters. I am also the snake and the moon. And maybe a poet.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
On the move...
Past and future posts for this blog have been integrated in http://frothyfilosofy.wordpress.com/ under the category "wistful". I hope you will continue to follow my wistful and wry observations on life.