Fall Dreams

Crisp fall leaves crackled beneath mud-laden feet as we trod the path that beckoned to be explored…

The Space in Which we Find Ourselves

Photo by Patrick Tomasso on Unsplash Today it is raining, cold and windy. The whistling of the winds reminds me so much of the book/movie Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. The story is based on a wild, passionate story of the intense love between Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff, a lad adopted by Catherine’s father. The English

Summer’s End

Melancholy moments I don’t know why, but the end of each summer makes me feel melancholy. There is no specific triggering event that I can recall, no direct issues that I can associate them to, but that feeling happens each year. This year, of course, is no different and a few days ago I realized