There— at the end of the river a star shines brightly... As the day breaks it slowly disappears, becomes meek amongst the luminescent sun, the boisterous clouds, the daring gulls that make themselves known flitting about loudly throughout the day guided by some knowing, but perhaps... they too don't know like us perhaps they just … Continue reading Achernar

Birthing of a new day.

Reflection on the nature of puddles.

Musings on the birth and nature of clouds.