We regret the things we didn't do more than the things we've done… I don't want to be occupied on my death bed (at the age of 117, of course) with thoughts of all the things I never got to do. The places I never saw. The souls I never met. The music that I never danced … Continue reading Regrets

Locked Doors

We were at a fall festival, I think. It was after dark, and a full harvest moon hung over the evening. Vendors of various foodstuffs and treats lined the street. I went searching for funnel cake, I remember. It's one of my favorite fair-like goodies. Visit any circus, carnival or festival, and you're bound to … Continue reading Locked Doors