A whirlwind of optimism, light-heartedness and love whisks away hearts made of marshmallow!
It’s not always about rose petals and bouquets, sometimes it’s more a matter of a chance
meeting on a street corner. Love in all its forms shines brightly.
I stare at the sky and all of its colors and shades, lights and darks, reds and yellows within its deep blue. The sun elongates the shadows created by my body and my black ‘77 Trans-Am parked on the...