When I see empty park benches, I think of people who can sit there and share silences. And also people who can sit and share the stories of their lifetimes. And people who can understand the silence and listen to the stories.
You can be a beautiful silhouette, even if the sun is setting.
Beauty is found in the most unusual places and situations. It demands to be seen.
Bridges, oh bridges We come across in our lifetimes. Some bridges, oh bridges, we cannot wait to go across And other bridges we never, never want to get on. Some bridges, we burn to cinders and ashes and still smile And to some bridges, no matter what, we always return. Some bridges take us toContinue reading “Bridges”