I thoroughly enjoy being driven places; I think I was Miss Daisy in a former life.
Family is also my adrenaline
Hunted, sauced and porked only to be stewing in misery.
– thanks to Garfield’s Hug for the challenge idea and Mr. Sports car for the photo
Don’t take me as I am;
take me as I wanna be.
– Smoldering nicotine as not a lady puts out her cigarette against the human services window pane
– Overwhelming perfume as the cashmere figure boards a cab in front of the upscale boutique hotel
– Striking sulfur as an old man lights one up between the coffee shop and the bus station
– Frying cider donuts as the farm stand openers prepare the tourist market for the day
– Harrowing steaming grates portraying unimaginable smells as the Holocaust memorial reminds us of genocide and Ethnic cleansing
– Spiraling vehicle exhausts as all walks of life freely come and go to their selected corners of the city
“As I get older, I realize that age is less about chronology and more about attitude and spirituality.”
Jane Fonda said that in Act V. I totally get it. That is who I am; a self-assured woman of faith.
Missed you like the devil.
Now knocking at our door.
Inflicted and anticipated.
Shovels and snowmen.
We fit together
Not in the puzzle way
More like nooks and crannies
Nothing tops us.
“Never stop praying.”
– 1 Thessalonians 5:17