In days of despair I remember the promise of rest on an eternal shore; so I put on my shoes and pluck dust from my tattered cloak. I go forward one last time once more, and again. twf.
mountains of Arafat
I've never read The Davinci Code though I understand its appeal; often, we like to imagine things are not as we've been told even as we prefer to understand them as we've always understood. But I must caution, of the pursuit of truth in lies of those things that have always been (quietly) understood not …
noc. iii
The Past Their soldiers had set up a tent for the knights just on the outskirts of the crumbling village. Malikai followed after Lawrence in the direction of their temporary quarters, keeping her head tilted towards the ground as she stepped over the remains of southern soldiers, abandoned swords and helmets. Not an unfamiliar sight, …
noc. ii
The Past Malikai felt a spot of wetness on her cheek, which she wiped away unconsciously. When she pulled her hand back she saw that the tips of her fingers were smudged with blood. The battle had ended. A fire blazed nearby where the last of the southern brigade had fortified themselves inside a general …
J. R. R. Tolkien
“But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass; a new day will come, and when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer.” The Fellowship of the Ring
Mother Goose
A neat, quadratic canvas of emerald turf a littler off center, at autumn's eve lies no garden of silver bells gentle English sensibility; rather ancient oak trees, Spanish moss sagging all engineered into perfect, Machiavellian rows. Mary, Mary, quite contrary. written in Forsyth Park, 11 Sep, ~5:37pm.
pool side
There was once a time that I wanted an inground pool. Not the silly floating abomination which was a large plastic tub and the epitome of disguised poverty in the 90s, rather a lunchables and snack packs kind of pool made for kings (and queens) who sat poolside in floaties because we could hardly swim; …
The-Bleu-Bivouac 