Come now, let us bask in the warmth of the joy, while I listen to your voice, letting it take me on this journey with you.

Oh, lift my soul when it flowers
With a breath of fresh air
Blowing beautiful thoughts on my world.

Oh, the allure of all things lovely.

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Le sigh

I am complete captivated by the charm of the view, dancing across the page, often found in the most unlikely place. The one thing that is for sure in all this, there is always a flower somewhere on my page. Flowers. Always, to color my world. #alwaysaflower

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost