The chicken story

I am going to write to you about a chicken. Three actually. No names, yet, to be discovered personalities. It was a morning free to plod around the house. As I commence to eat a delicious and juicy, straight from the fridge apple. With all its texture and taste it was the only thing to…

At the eve of Solstice

At the eve of the Solstice, in the Southern parts of the globe, The dark of days shows its glory at a time of Dark Moon, true colours do show. Now don’t fear dark, as it comes to us as much as the light arrives Brightened shadows of our thoughts, Ebb through time, a time…