And then… he was gone he took with him his voice and crooked smile his welcoming eyes and calm purpose to all he met he left behind his favorite hat a pen for writing a few books and a cat and dog that still look for him sorrow fills in hard … More HE WAS HERE
In the forest, under a canopy of boughs, rain creates a symphony as a portion of the sky falls. The moisture provides a density buffering all sounds. In the shadows there is calm; a noiseless base. Birds have secured sanctuary. Footsteps move quietly over damp leaves and twigs; dryness removed. A distant rumble of thunder … More WALKING THROUGH
Roger Singer 