Journey

The wall of umbrellas was beautiful.  I could suggest it served no real purpose.  It was bling gathered, stockpiled over time, and...

I stood, hesitating, in front of the window.  I was looking at an echo of my past.  I was five years old,...

A childhood hero of mine was an agriculture engineer.  He related a story about an irrigation project that captured my attention...

In my current season of reflection, I have carried a sense of loss.  Initially, I thought it was the memories of...

I was starting a period of reflection on the eve of a milestone day.  I knew it would last for a...

I walked into the compass buried in the street sidewalk from the north.  The walk’s reflection had spanned decades.  So much has...

The Sky Lanterns on Shifen Old Street were well over 1.5 meters (~5 feet) tall.  As I watched them being lit...

The scooter had been ridden, hard.  It was well used with the scars to show for it.  The paint had an interesting...

I watched the two heads looking out and into the distance.  They turned to the left and the right, taking it...

I grew up believing red and green meant stop, go, or Christmas. When together, the two words had no other...