Sitting here at my desk in my cubicle by my window I can see Spring. It looks serene. A gentle breeze is swaying the trees that have grown back their leaves. Clouds are hanging in the sky, picture still. Boats are gliding past on the river. Traffic doesn't seem to be in a hurry. The crows didn't visit me today. Mmmph, I should be working. (sigh) I ( Read more... )

once a time upon ago before the i that i know now i was a turtle. things i was not were many. things i was were few. i was proud; it was taken away. it is not pride. it is what i was proud of and must find. this is the story as i know it and as you will know it. the other may know it and it may not be the same ( Read more... )