Recently I was at the harbor of my hometown. Blue hour at the wharf. I planed to write something thoughtful about the area, maybe about my feelings. But to be honest, I have no idea . The only sentence that comes into my mind – again and again – is
I lost my scarf at the wharf.
So this foolish sentence is everything you get from me today ;-). And some photos :-).
Language and written language are the only real way we have to see inside another person's thoughts and to know what makes another person human. Without writing, we just wouldn't have that kind of access. "Carol Windley"