A Facebook friend says
sometime when feeling sad or lonely,
it is easier to talk to a stranger.
I am talking to the heavy rain now,
my shadow dragging in the dim light.
At the conference, the Star columnist
shares his tips about walking and writing –
with open eyes and a keen mind
everything around us might be treasure.
The newly arrived book sent by Norma and James,
Two Paths Through the Seasons makes me muse,
as a voice whispers,
one cannot go far or go out,
when one is mostly lost inside.