Of Dead Ends and Quiet Spaces ~ #FridayPhilosophy

I live on a cul-de-sac For every driver who loses himself among the palm trees, there is a long, slow circle of watchful eyes to parade before escaping into the anonymous desert The mountain rises proud young and tumbled all messy volcanic rock and memories of erosion blocking the evening sun and bring the stars … Continue reading Of Dead Ends and Quiet Spaces ~ #FridayPhilosophy