Reflections Footprints
I am having a quiet evening tonight shuffling through imagery and thoughts of my past and wondering what is next. I didn’t sit down tonight with the intent to write this. It just felt right. This post is for me. Finally. “He was a wanderer on a prehistoric earth, on an earth that wore the aspect of an unknown planet. But time is the fire in which we burn. We are but a fleeting moment, a footprint at the edge of the rising tide.” Solitaire ...