Sometimes, to find my way I go and do and risk.

Innocence and existence entwined in one last dance.

photo by Noe Fornells @Unsplash Update from the Gently Down the Stream Department: I have been writing a lot of funerals... when I am...

... he was hanging something up on a wall, pounding a nail, laughing, he looked over his shoulder at the camera. There was a spark.