he sees the color, he has no colorI look at him and I get grey in me He looks at me and he gets color in him. I look in the mirror and I feel warmer, livlier, I see youth. even beauty, sometimes. sHe gives the life she has. He has no life. sHe stayed but never arrived.
So many colors here!!! I can feel a whole new side of me emerging. The side of me that I have grown with all my travels to the latin countries, which as I reflect, I realize has been a lot!
A call to bring our writing group together, put me in motion. Off to Denver, Union Station, Thank goodness! Through the Blue blue sky day, through the changing of the leaves. I hadn’t realized how nice it would be to get out of Paonia and see and feel different landscapes and different people. Whew! thank god. I’m feeling revived and infiltrated with a sparkle that I feared I may never feel again. Life! It’s harsh. The more desperate I get… Read More »Different Worlds