reflection....

Past loves, what do they mean?
Doesn't everyone think about this, or is it only me?


The things that I thought were meant to be, which changed their course of direction (not unlike the tide), what on earth does it all mean?


Well, if I'm the only one thinking about this, let it be. . . let it be.

On her way. . .

She has a book, a hat, a notebook and various pens and a few other odds and ends in a pile in the corner of the room. On her way to visit the adventure family---just a train trip away. The rain is pitter-pattering on the skylight, but going to the mountains, even in the rain, seems like a better option than listening to the  jackhammer outside.


She's thought of the one a bit recently, but to no avail. 'Fate is stranger and more surprising than you think,' she keeps reminding herself.