There’s a certain peace in simply letting go—like slipping from the clutches of an off-key melody forced upon us by self-anointed conductors. Their insistent beat fades, the dust they stirred settling at last.Politicians are deft in their craft, skilled at luring us to pour out what’s ours—our time, our breath, our guarded trust. They arrive … Continue reading Art of Turning
In the dead of night, the eerie hush that suddenly descends upon the canine chorus is an intriguing spectacle. This isn't brought about by a loud or imposing presence, but rather by something subtle, like a faint whisper in a dream. It's as if a gentle ghost fixes its gaze on your soul. This peculiar … Continue reading Nocturnal Whispers Unleashed
In the twilight's somber embrace, as the melancholic shadows danced upon the canvas of my garden, a singular event occurred that ignited the dormant embers of my heart—none other than the appearance of a crow. Ah, dear reader, permit me to recount this most extraordinary occurrence with the wit and charm befitting the finest tales … Continue reading It’s that bleeding crow again…
A Fool's Handbook 