The Cave. 

  It is a sullen day. Forsaking the exhausted sun, I walk into the wood. Lilac blooms, birds chirp, and the last rays of sunlight weakly bid the trees farewell. Finding a shaded nook I sit down by a flowing brook and open a book to read. As the hours pass, the scent of the blooming…

Amelioration & the rise from The Cave.

As I sit at my kitchen table and watch the snow flurries glide past my balcony, I am left speechless over the events of the morning. As it so happens, once you begin to publish your feeling onto the internet they are easily accessible by everyone… everyone including “Him”. He has now read my blog,…