smooth sherbert sunset,
bursting gorgeous star,
nostalgia spins the dial,
Sharing this poem, in a mist of nostalgia, simple impressions upon returning “home” from visiting what is now my new home. Deep down knowing this, the great myth, is no more than a feeling, a creation, a choice, never mind four walls. ~ e.
P.S. I haven’t driven a car in three months.
Painting by Tom Schulen