I sit on top of the mountain:
hearing the Chinese tourists behind me,
Americans too – that unmistakable New York accent,
The French and Germans,
other Europeans,
Indians,
those from elsewhere in our continent.
A tapestry of humanity… … More The window above
Guest post by my daughter. … More Outside my front door
I wrote this in Grade 3… One day while the flowers were blosomming, I was on the phone with my my friend. We were planing to steal a time machine from the university of mysterious machines. Then on Friday night my friend and I went to the university of mysterious machines. we were lucky because, … More My Time Machine
I’m captivated by the glory of early morning light
hitting our beloved, majestic mountain.
That timeless memorial of this place,
Put here by the One Whom no man can match,
In the ability to design, build, create. … More Morning Light (The Abode of Peace)
Over a decade later,
I sit here again.
My beloved rooftop.
My fortress of solitude.
My former home away from the stresses of life.
I close my eyes,
Shut out the visual perception.
Experiencing only my other senses… … More Stolen moments
Shots from a recent holiday
Three stars
I’d see when staring into the night sky.
Three stars
I’d wish to watch
with my then-unknown beloved. … More Book 2: Three Stars
Scenes from my university…
Rise, Rise.
The dawning of a new day.
Suburbs lay quiet,
resting under the blanket of morning clouds,
only the tree tops and buildings remain visible.
Morning flights, begin slowly.
Birds alone, birds in flocks.
People in flocks, gathered in the single, man-made vehicle of flight. … More Book 2: Rise
slip-sliding away..... 