MusingsAn essay by Clare Marie | 4/3/2008Some time ago (a couple weeks, I think), I was taking a walk on the bike path running near our house. It was a foggy day, but as I love walking in fog, I didn’t mind the clammy cold. I started at our street where the path crosses over, and headed down the path, going northeast. Ahead was pure fog; I could not see a thing in front of me. |
Frusterated?A poem by Velocity | 7/12/2007When your frusterated with frusterating things, |