When words take flight.
So does our imagination. By leaving for awhile, by getting lost in the poetry or prose in front of our eyes, we come home to ourselves in a deep and true way. We find ourselves in the writing of others. That may be one of the most lovely paradoxes of all.
Until next time. May you find yourself swept away by the flow of images and memories and sentiments, born on the tip of the pen as it scrawls across the sheet of paper.