Choices

  • 14 Days

    It has been fourteen days and the wind has brought me here. What happened was quite accidental (but then, is anything ever accidental in the universe?) Rather than my plan expiring as I thought it was going to (for reasons… Continue reading

  • Another Day in The Fruit Bowl

    There is no doubt about it. A pineapple is, and always will be, a pineapple. It does not look like a peach. It does not feel like a peach, or taste like a peach. If you want a peach, pick… Continue reading

  • Tomorrow

    Tomorrow, we start again. Continue reading

  • The Wind of Change

    Every so often, the wind of change blows me a dream. A spark. A glimpse of the person I truly am inside. Sigh. Where do you blow, sweet wind? And what do you wish this sleepy dreamer to be? Continue reading