Folly be to those who act blindly,Who move before they look.
He passed away a few days ago. the call came a little after 3 am Monday morning. A tearful daughter was on the…
Coach tells me to feed my rider, not my elephant.
Waking up to bitter coffeeand a birdsong.Breath visiblein the crisp morning air.Attention turns inward…
Watching him playI disappeared.And in that space,The world opened up.
No comment here. Just enjoy this photo by AJ Moore, used by permission of photographer.