Archives for 2019

It was on motorcycles they rode, and they discovered truths long-known.

Every junction provided a new illustration of profound truths and tactics.

It was the art and the experience – on motorcycles, but about the world.

Stories about journeys, stories about us.

Sensing sensate sensations along the way.

Several swans glided, it seemed secretly, so that movement was magically made.

We may not wish to be invisible, but to glide like that…oh my!

The key, please!

Here, there and under the mountain stairs.

Leave a little, take a bit, bite lightly.

Our trays, your cushions and their clever phrases keep evil at bay and goodness at home.

Sail that way.

Surely and firmly fit and fickle.

Twice, they told the joke.

Then, after a chortle and a chuckle they pulled out of the view point parking area.

As they rounded the sweeping bend they saw the joke, illuminated in giant neon letters.

It was worth every single cent, penny and farthing.

A humble spectacular.

Yes, we share.

We also hide behind our towel.

I ordered a carrot juice, wrote a novel, built a small house.

All before the magnificent sunset.