I put my not-so-fleeting-thoughts here. The melancholic sound of the cello. Frederic Chopin, John Williams and Michael Legrand. Hanging out with my friends. The sound of waves crashing in the shore. Chick flicks that make you believe that finding your one true love is not so impossible; and. Heartwrenchingly beautiful songs that say otherwise.

I love the vagueness of words that involve time. It took him awhile to come back. 8212; it could be a matter of minutes or hours, days or years. Perhaps it happened while I was asleep. Weddings and the single gal. The thought of never finding love and .

The construction of the Ti-Kay-Pay straw bale prototype. Early Sunday morning a few of us climbed into the bed of an old, small, black pick-up truck with tired suspension and a near flat tire and left the city behind. As I closed my eyes and began drifting off to sleep I could hear the sounds of rushing water,. Two fuel trucks had exploded and one was still engulfed in flames. I watched the three fire tru.