Venice Vibes

To be among the boats like cars in the street, only bobbing. What it must be like for this to be your world, where garages float and taxi stands lie adjacent the water that dolphins pass through.  Here I was given just a taste, as much as was left of the coffee in my cup,

Chesham Chatters

The tiny trail, though surely much longer than I thought it would be, nestled in a cozy town. Snoring softly in winter and brought to life by the yellow in the sun. The way of things. How lovely it is to go on a walk, alone with your thoughts and the flowers, passing through trees

Scotland Scribbles

The little train takes us far away for the day. Just a ways down the track one can find the water. A sweet escape from the runnings of regular things. I can taste the ocean, while winds roughen rosy cheeks and slip through shoulders shuddering in the cold. But still it is beautiful. Tiny racks

Peppermint Palms

The sky melts into the sun, swirling into itself as peppermint touches the tongue. Tropical trees bend to touch sun before liquid colors blend into the chill. It’s been my home for seven years. Not born, but one I chose for myself because I felt something. Here. Beneath the tree’s shadows, striping over green like

Budapest babbles

Warmth hits like the summer night we haven’t felt in a while. Little white hats bob up and down, teeny hammers tinker outside the glass of the bus window we travel through. They are building. And we are brought into a little world where runaways have come to set up shop. Revitalizing ruins, music plays

Malaga musings

A city in the sun… A castle atop a green hill rolling and I see below what I must look like from above. I was down there just a second ago. Or two, it was a bit of a hike. And now I’m out of breath because I raced to the top. The castle walls

Milan musings

Rainbows burst out of the glass, refracting illuminations of color on the pillar like tinker bell. A fairy’s disco. Reflections linger in the empty aisle, a ghost caught in the spotlight as particles of light hover in kaleidoscopic dust. It’s so beautiful. We see it in shutter speed. A story bending though, the ray of

Munich musings

Spinning slowly to see magnificent spires from so far down, as ghosts slip through the spaces between my hands like the breeze. Empty now, I can picture cartwheels in my head and I wouldn’t touch a thing. But people were here once, uncomfortably so, shoving each other to claim some space for themselves if only

Moroccan musings 2

Staring into gold, a door as though I drank the vial in wonderland, when all around me there were none. Intricate royals, sophisticated spheres, impressive teals crafted with careful hands to lure us here, when for hours, staring through a dirty window, I had seen none. Villages surely abandoned in my mind until I saw