Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know.

Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

That icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...

You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.