the newsman is coming your way,he picks it up like a strong man and spin the world in his hand.
a blog for picture dialog, tales of the unexpected.

Its funny to see her dancing, sometimes it tickles the mind.
Walking... sometime you walk straight to the other intermediate point, sometime you skip and hop in aimless direction. The longer you walk, you begin to hunch facing down to the road, maybe the road seems grey then as all roads seems to be, as it gets darker. I wonder if anyone begins to notice the ageing process. As the stars lit up the night for guidance, I would like to lift my face to gaze at the star for direction to a destination bear by my initial goals. But you say that’s only for the night! ...