If you’ve ever lived in, or still live in a humid part of the country, you understand my reference to a dewy morning. When I was going to elementary, junior high, and high school in Texas, I remember so many mornings where the dew was so heavy on the grass my shoes would be soaked by the time I walked through the front lawn … The rest of the story…
“an act of speaking one’s thoughts aloud when by oneself or regardless of any hearers“…that’s the dictionary’s definition of a soliloquy. When I was a young, dreamy-eyed poet, I fancied myself to be consistently involved in soliloquy. It was because I didn’t think many (if any) would understand the things I wrote about or why. That’s probably still true, at least in part. But I’ve long since … The rest of the story…
I’ve always been fascinated with birds. And even though I’ve always had a lot of trepidation when it comes to heights…I think it would be cool to learn to fly. Now, I don’t mean learn to fly planes. I mean learn to fly…like…jump off the ground and soar through the skies. How cool would that be? Imagine seeing a place up on the side … The rest of the story…
