A gentle giant rumbled in the sky In older times, when weather was a friend With eyes shut tight, I'd feel the wind drift by But patterns, large and small, began to bend
I mentioned before that I love the experience of just sitting on an airplane, and watching the world through a window. Regardless of which plane I'm on, or where I sit, my view
Our household, in a single vignette
A day transpired recently which was a year after my most recent birthday. I walked around Menlo Park with some friends and took some photos. During our jaunt, we stopped by Penzey's Spices.