There is an essential desire, which roams blindly across this palm; open and free. It is both full of meaning, and void of any. The wandering hearts search for life. Lost love. A kiss, a look, a hug. A walk in the field takes a walk in the park. Ice down the noisy wood stove, it's got a flame so hot it burns up spirit. Spirit bubbling away in an imaginary place, carried by a gentle breeze, destination make-believe. The wind is the pilot, and only she knows when and where to carry the fragrance of ...

The bumble bee fell asleep sucking the last sweet flower of the day. Boarding in on the last room double suite ...

Looking for the bicycle trail, petrified and distant, like a Nomad walking brave, into a dark tunnel. Freight train wind, cold cheeks and watering eyes. Your silhouette is cast. Looking for the bicycle trail near ...