Summer still, but it will come to an end.
Written on a very cold and snowy day.
Another poem written on a day when spring seemed far away…
April can be a fickle thing… It feels good to leave it behind now (burning it on a literal pyre even). 😛 Continue reading
As I stand next to the large limestone formation stretching almost 40 feet into the air from where I stand, with another 40 feet separating us both from the roaring sea down below, it’s hard not to feel a certain awe at this rock solid (pardon the pun) evidence of what nature can do.