ghosts of summer’s past

          “..the lawn Is pressed by unseen feet, and ghosts return Gently at twilight, gently go at dawn..” T.S. ELIOT (excerpt from To Walter de la Mare)              

there are times..

            it’s good to trust that voice inside your head but only if it’s your own              

timeless fashion

          sweet anticipation led to insomnia she rose before dawn and dressed in the dark            

the way home

          “But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming, habitual fondness,…

morning fuel

      “There’s a safety in thinking in a diner. You can have your coffee or your milk shake, and you can go off into strange dark areas, and always come back to the safety of the diner.”   ~ David Lynch, Catching the Big Fish: Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativity