I would love to live Like a rivers flows. Carried by the surprise Of its own unfolding. ~ John O’Donohue...
. . . a wonderful wednesday afternoon and thoughts are drifting, drifting to far off places — to romantic canals and glass museums, tiny boulangeries and grand archways, a sweet nostalgia for all the places we have been, and all of the places still in our dreams . . .
“One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.“ ~thomas...
