Sometimes the days, they can be very busy.
So I like to stop and think now and then.
She sits in a tree amidst a carpet of blooming flowers. This is no metaphorical carpet of vivid embroidery, it is, as it so often is with her, entirely literal. There... Read More
A melody found its way into her dreams for the very first time this night. It was an old song, played many times in many places. Of course there is magic in music,... Read More