A little play on grammar, a way of life…
Today is seen as the end of Christmas in my country, so I thought this would be an appropriate subject.
Happy new year across the world!
I guess my brain went back to the thing Obama said around the US election night, about how the one thing that was sure, was that the sun would rise in the morning the next day. There’s something nice and comforting about that.
A poem about ~unexpectedly seeing someone from your past after many, many years have passed.
I ruminate a bit on one of my favorite subjects, continuing a little from yesterday’s blog post.