[F]all: bright flame before winter’s deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling… Continue reading
I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky. And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by. – John Masefield
What art offers is space — a certain breathing room for the spirit. – John Updike
All of life is a journey; which paths we take, what we look back on, and what we look forward to is up to us. We determine our destination, what kind of road… Continue reading
Doesn’t matter if the glass is half empty or half full. All that matters is that you are the one pouring the water. – Mark Cuban
