getting pummeled by leaf tornados....and loving every second.
A week of sitting shiv'ah comes to a close.
it's the motherboard. *sighs*
sailing the White Ship on through the night in my darkened room.
the summer had inhaled & held its breath too long. The winter looked the same as if it never had gone.
he had a river he could skate away on....wishes he had a river so long he could teach his feet to fly.