One Friday morning, I was running late for work. I remembered I had to walk because my bike was currently out of air in its tires. That realization was quickly followed by the thought that I was meeting someone new for drinks…
No place like home
There’s rain and fog, a cool breeze that keeps constantly blowin’, Six months of winter every year; But I love this rock and all of the good things we got, There’s peace and beauty everywhere. Damian Follett (No place like…