Once in a blue moon the sky goes wonderfulAnd all I think about is the moonAnd you… marvelous you.
The red orange sky kicked me in the face.
The first Saturday Morning in October at Massabesic Lake. The world is in masks. The trees are in technicolor.
Literally .
What if Language broke?
Where is peace of mind if you can’t hear An angels song at four in the morning?The house asleep. The dog…
Phil. Route 121. The Kick-Off. The Old Spot. The Drought.