When a star dies
It doesn't make a sound
It's just gone
And you can't find it
When you look
Into the sky
~ Bob Schneider
I am spiraling downward... . . . . . . .No. I'm NOT.
The world is like a distant storm
I can feel it on the breeze
But it makes so little difference here
Just a whisper in the trees
I love coffee. Coffee is my friend.
60 this morning, spring is here...