When you feel used up
The picture stands, testimony to what was. The ugly scar of a worked-out limestone quarry, gouged deep and empty and useless. The picture stands, testimony to what was, for without…
Why beauty calls to us
The sun draws us all with her warmth. Blossoms burst open on bare stems, life pouring forth too urgently to await the slower springing of leaves. Robins hop and sing,…