Lonely Sunday Breakfast Thoughts

More moments of poignant melancholy loneliness over Sunday morning breakfast; alone with a nice hot coffee, my withered notebook and some reflective words and thoughts. Of course, we’re never really alone. There is always that internal narrative of monologue and observation that accompanies us as a silent partner and confidante, as friend and – often […]


Ephemeral Beauty

The most beautiful things we ever experience are made all the more beautiful by their utter transience, impermanence and fleeting nature in time.