A few photos taken during my evening stroll.
oh to be young again … nah. it would be nuts wanting to be of a younger age … i’m better off now, knowing what i know now from past and present experience, even though it is a known fact, that while i’m still at my age of 72 years, equals to the amount of times i spun around the sun …and so far i would say it was a fun ride, with some ups and downs thrown in for good measure…so here i am thinking or rather contemplating am i better off now, or was the past better…which could be yes/no/maybe…as i write this so-called essay on a philosophical thought, i would say that i like where i am right now…which is one second, a minute, an hour, a day…whatever…
A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.
Edgar Allan Poe