My morning begins with a search for words, and, perhaps, the words begin their day with a search for me. Some days we find each other like star crossed lovers brought together by the serendipity of persistence and strong coffee. Some days we are a missed connection. There is only an infinitesimal window within the infinite expanse of time that we can hope to meet. When cast in such a light the task seems almost insurmountable, if not outright impossible...and yet here we are, together again...
Where the quiet comes to speak...
Where the quiet comes to speak...
Where the quiet comes to speak...
My morning begins with a search for words, and, perhaps, the words begin their day with a search for me. Some days we find each other like star crossed lovers brought together by the serendipity of persistence and strong coffee. Some days we are a missed connection. There is only an infinitesimal window within the infinite expanse of time that we can hope to meet. When cast in such a light the task seems almost insurmountable, if not outright impossible...and yet here we are, together again...